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Cactus Flower   Leave a comment

Cactus Blossom –Photo-Artistry by kenne

Cactus Flower

Sun, glare, heat, sweat

Dry, hot, summer, parched


Brightly colored blossoms excite, invite


Longing for a hug

Not emotionally available

Sage green so tall and free, yet not a tree

Blooming high towards the desert sky

Far out of reach, not open to being that close

Pining for snuggles


Burning desire to reciprocate your grandeur, but you don’t answer


Glorious beauty

Why why why not for me?


Will I ever be, your bee?

— Michelethe Trainer

Prickly Pear Cactus Blossoms   Leave a comment

Prickly Pear Blossoms — Images by kenne

Desert’s Beauty

it blooms in the spring
cactus flower everywhere
desert’s beauty thrives

— Anna M Shepard 

Screw You, I’m From Texas   3 comments

We are visiting family here in the Houston area. We have two grandchildren graduating from high school; one ceremony was last night at The Woodlands Pavilion by thousands. By that time, everyone was aware of the killing of 19 elementary children in Uvalde, Texas. Even though we lived here for almost 25 years, I continue to find it a state that doesn’t do much more than toot its horn as to how big and great they are. How, once again, they are saying, “our thoughts and prays are with those killed.”

“Alas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing,
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems
A modern ecstasy.”

Becoming is Superior to Being

Screw You; I’m From Texas

They call him Smokey Joe
The big polluter’s go-to man

A notorious Big Oil yell leader
Long before “Drill Baby Drill”

Pockets lined with cash
Joe turns our air to ash

Long a guardian of Big Oil
Giving generous tax breaks

Killing the offshore moratorium
Unwilling to compromise

Now Smokey Joe wants it all
Three miles to 200 miles out

Desiring more for his benefactors
Joe covets the Gulf and the Artic

Fancying himself as a prophet of capitalism
Leaving no choice, “There Will Be Blood.”

All in the name of greed and profit
Screw you; I’m from Texas

— kenne

(“Smokey Joe,” Congressman Joe Barton, 6th District, Texas)

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On The Move   Leave a comment

“On The Move” (Greater Roadrunner)– Images by kenne

Greater roadrunner

Enjoys getting attention

Of those around him.

— kenne

Raven In Cienega Creek   Leave a comment

Raven In Cienega Creek Natural Preserve In Davidson Canyon East Of Tucson — Image by kenne

“Obviously the raven with the unquenchable itch was at it again,
playing tricks on the world and its creatures.
Once by air, he thought, and now by water.”

― Mordecai Richler

Chase’s Graduation Day, May 24, 2022   6 comments

Chase, December 12, 2005 — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Chase (October 11, 2005) — Image by kenne

Chase and Grandma Joy (May 28, 2005) — Image by kenne

You are educated. Your certification is in your degree.
You may think of it as the ticket to the good life.
Let me ask you to think of an alternative.
Think of it as your ticket to change the world.

— Tom Brokaw

Life In A Flower   Leave a comment

Cactus Blossom Art by kenne

Life in a flower

Just a brief moment in time

So life can move on.

— kenne

May 23, 1942   Leave a comment

Thinking of my brother Tom on his birthday. Time moves on. — kenne

Becoming is Superior to Being

Thomas R. Turner, May 23, 1942 – November 13, 2014 — Image by kenne


Standing above me in Smith’s

Awkwardly looking down through a clipped hesitancy

Our lives came together.

From within, mutually canceling

Vignettes of naturalness and gender-cliche.’
She kissed through closed lips of

Pristine openness.

Innocently I loved.

After my return from the war

I stepped into a world of Kafkaesque embraces; yearning . . .

Paled with particular sensations

I was momentarily blinded.

I could taste the t.s. eliot peach that I dared to eat.

Looking at you the way you love the first person

Whoever touched you

And never quite that way again

I savored my idea of you but missed the obvious.

Paradoxes betray the limits of logic

Not of the reality, we shared.

Your “passion” was stillborn through so dame necessary.

The aesthetics of my artifice went against the grain:

Recreation, utilitarian…

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Posted May 23, 2022 by kenneturner in Information

Greater Earless Lizard Sunning On Rock   Leave a comment

Greater Earless Lizard Sunning On Rock — Images by kenne

“Mad dogs and Englishmen,” said British playwright Noel Coward in his famous ditty of 1932, “go out in the midday sun.”
So, too, he might have added, does the greater earless lizard, which seems to relish the midday sun of mid-summer
in the rocky, sandy desert terrain of the northern Chihuahuan and northeastern Sonoran Deserts. 
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Driving Through West Texas   Leave a comment

Driving Through West Texas — Image by kenne

West Texas


West Texas is a never-ending ocean of hot sand
Winding dunes shifting and changing earth’s skin
Cactuses standing sentinel over desolate wasteland
Tumbleweeds carried by parched bone-dry wind.

Behold the cactus country scorched and unforgiving
Dry hard packed earth baked in the intense sunlight
Heat rising and objects in the distance shimmering
Then comes the mirage the dreamy desert sight.

Gusting howling wind whistling over crumbling rock
Slowly forming wind-worn rock formation over time
Lost in time but not a prisoner to any man’s clock
Boundless desert will be painted poetic and sublime.

The least little bits of wind will raise puffs of dust
Dust Devils swirl on the dunes and dancing perform
Leaving clouds of dusty grit floating like smoke thus
A prelude to the nightmare of a desert sandstorm.

There is an oasis in the desert a haven from the sear
Cooling waters and with vibrant desert blooms are rife
A beauty is in the desert’s pure clean atmosphere
West Texas is arid fierce and fiery but it’s full of life…..

Nobody Special

Saguaro Blossoms — They’re Popping Out All Over   Leave a comment

Saguaro Blossoms, They’re Popping Out All Over– Image by kenne

saguaro blossoms

they’re popping out all over

a southwest symbol

— kenne

Yucca Plant At I-10 Reststop   6 comments

Yucca Plant At I-10 Reststop — HDR Image by kenne

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
— from Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

White-lined Sphinx Moth In Black & White   Leave a comment

White-lined Sphinx Moth in Black & White by kenne

Designed for rapid flight, Sphinx Moths are shaped like airplanes and can clock speeds just over 30 miles per hour.
They’re also known as a hawk or hummingbird moths for similar flight patterns. Various sphinx moths
have been mistaken for bats and bees. Some can hover like hummingbirds while feeding. Sphinx moths
have the world’s longest tongue among moths and butterflies. They can draw nectar from narrow, tubular flowers
that are too deep for bees to reach. When not in use, the tongue rolls up. Many moths are a mottled brown,
but some have very colorful wing patterns. — Source: Discover Nature Notes

Sleeping Canada Goose   Leave a comment

“I can see you” — Sleeping Canada Goose Image by kenne

This big ‘Honker’ is among our best-known waterfowl. In many regions, flights of Canada Geese passing over in V-formation
— northbound in spring, southbound in fall — are universally recognized as signs of the changing seasons.
Once considered a symbol of wilderness, this goose has adapted well to civilization, nesting around park ponds
and golf courses; in a few places, it has even become something of a nuisance. Local forms vary greatly in size,
and the smallest ones are now regarded as a separate species, Cackling Goose. — Source:

Drifting Through the Reeds   Leave a comment

Drifting Through the Reeds (Sweetwater Wetlands Park) — Image by kenne


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