A posting from six years ago. Today is our anniversary, so we are celebrating with an over night stay at Del Sol Resort. — kenne
Anniversary Orchid — Image by kenne
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Mexican Jay On The Green Mountain Trail, Santa Catalina Mountains (May 17, 2019) — Image by kenne
Mountain clouds moved on
Jays calling one another
The wind settles down.
— kenne
“A sight for pleasurable eyes.”
This is going to be fun. WordPress have changed the familiar desktop editor for this new fangled Gutenberg thingy. Apparently you have to add blocks instead of just writing and adding photographs as you go along. Seems like a lot more work to me. But as I don’t have much choice now for blog post editing, I’m sort of stuck with it, so here goes.
At this point I now have to go back to the menu system and add a photograph block.
Well that was different, I sort of like the way it works and I sort of don’t. I suppose I just need to get used to a new way of working.
Anyway last night, myself and about 18 other photographers from Prestatyn Camera Club arrived at Llandulas with the intention of capturing some sunset photographs and maybe also…
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Got to make it to Charleston one of these days, till then Ted’s blog is a great substitute. — kenne
This scene gave my everything needed for a classic Heron image.
Spanish Moss is either a blessing or a curse. Blessed here, no wind.
The Right Place — Photo-Artistry by kenne
How will you know when
you are in the right place?
The secret is out!
. . . in a place where
each question
contains the answer.
You will know
that place
when you have
the right feeling —
The secret is out!
Or is it?
What to do
when the feeling
is missing?
. . . sadly,
your place
is not the right place.
kenne
At the Pond’s Edge — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The current issue of The New Yorker has an article on aging that begins:
“Aging, like bankruptcy in Hemingway’s description, happens two ways,
slowly and then all at once.” This quote in the article brought to mind the poem,
“Affirmation” by Donald Hall who passed away last year at 89.
To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops
cold on a rocky strand.
If a new love carries us
past middle age, our wife will die
at her strongest and most beautiful.
New women come and go. All go.
The pretty lover who announces
that she is temporary
is temporary. The bold woman,
middle-aged against our old age,
sinks under an anxiety she cannot withstand.
Another friend of decades estranges himself
in words that pollute thirty years.
Let us stifle under mud at the pond’s edge
and affirm that it is fitting
and delicious to lose everything.
— Donald Hall
Bee On A Desert Chicory Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The primitive notion of the efficacy of images
presumes that images possess the qualities of real things,
but our inclination is to attribute real things the quality of images.”
— Susan Sontag
