Today I’m catching up on house cleaning and cooking. And also enjoying the fact that we were able to get out to buy some groceries yesterday, since our two weeks of self-isolation are over. I’m really appreciating the fresh vegetables, and you can probably guess what tonight’s dinner will be. And since it’s been raining and dark all day today, I thought I’d use the brightest colours I could find for my sketch. My ink lines are tinted with pigments from Viviva Colorsheets. I’ve used these before, and although I sometimes find them too saturated for urban scenes, these days they seem just right.
Turkey Vultures Migrating North — Photo-Artistry by kenne
This is the time of year when hundreds of migrating turkey vultures
spend the night along the Tanque Verde wash, each morning they start
circling up seeking wind currents in their ride north.
This image is a composite of four images placed on a sky background.
Life gives us twists to see how we handle the situations.
Have we learned anything in its cycles of disappointments, hurts, and unexpected changes?…
But, life too has its ways of compensating for those emotional surges that call in the winds; wings set to find the peace, joy, and bring with it smiles and cheerfulness,
Dragonboat Races (Lake Woodlands, September 24, 2004) — Images by kenne
Montgomery College Dragonboat Team (The Woodlands, TX)
I fly far without wings or illusions. I immerse my body in sunlight, wholly, motionless, like a stone shaped in ancient time. My soul rests in my brain— I see it drag in the shadow like the long tail of the thieving magpie that visits me, magically calm.
This may have been one of the first poems I fell in love with: the richness of the language, some sense of strangeness, the exoticness of the depicted setting–all enough for a young teenager. I did not mind the often outdated language then—less then than I do now—as I expected poems then to be written in an old and alien adult literary language.
If you’d asked that teenager what it meant, I would have probably stumbled out something to defend my appreciation of it—but what I did know was that “Ode on a Grecian Urn” is just flat-out lovely word music.
One could go on about that, but no technical analysis will increase or decrease a listener’s appreciation for that element. Music has a structure, theorems and practices, but it remains subjective and it is not engineering. My performance of it today may not do it justice either, let…
“Original Pat Green” (2004)– Photo-Artistry by kenne
Like so many people the past St. Patrick’s Day, we were sheltered-in-place and missed celebrating the 17th the only way it should be, with friends. So I turned to the many photos of St. Patrick’s Day I have taken over the years, and I have many. At first, I was thinking about doing a collage, but then I found this one of a friend, Patrick A. Green. Starting in 1995, Pat and friends would meet on the Court House Square in Conroe, parade around the Square, and party at the Corner Pub on the Square.
Pat practiced law in Conroe for 43 years, retiring in 2015. A man of limitless generosity, the “Original Pat Green,” gave freely of whatever he had to whomever he met. With unbridled enthusiasm for his Irish and Cajun heritage, Pat could host a party unlike any other. Through his magnanimous spirit and disarming humor, he possessed an extraordinary ability to bring people together.
Pat died on July 12, 2016. He was an original, and I’m blessed to have known him. Somewhere in the universe, he is still partying!
Cactus Blossom — Images by kenne
Turkey Vultures Migrating North — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Dragonboat Races (Lake Woodlands, September 24, 2004) — Images by kenne
Montgomery College Dragonboat Team (The Woodlands, TX)
“Original Pat Green” (2004)– Photo-Artistry by kenne
