Ocotillo Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ocotillo art
Outline of the real thing
That’s what I call it.
— kenne
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Ocotillo Blossom Art 2 comments
Playing To An Audience Of One, Himself 1 comment
He Plays To His Shadow (Afternoon Drinks On the Copper Queen Saloon Balcony)
— Photo-Artistry by kenne
On A Bisbee Afternoon
he plays to his shadow
devotedly on his violin
nobody listens
love torturing itself
to rise above conversations
lost in discontent
limits of self-expression
a saloon window reflection
there is no tragedy
on the Queen’s saloon balcony
the smell of lavender
lingers from the ghosts
of the hotel whores
who are not indifferent
listening to classical strings
becoming a delightful moan
— kenne
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Sunset Photo 2 comments
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Ghost Of Yesteryears 2 comments
Ghost Of Yesteryears — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ghosts of yesteryears
Follow me around each day
Soothing my being.
— kenne
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To All Mothers, Happy Mother’s Day Leave a comment
A Symbol of Mother’s Day (Gambel’s Quail with Chick) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“A mother’s love liberates.”
— Maya Angelou
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Street Fair Art — Photo-Artistry By kenne
I use Photoshop
To transform images to art
Pleasing to the eye.
— kenne
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Puerto Peñasco Water Front 2 comments
Puerto Peñasco, Sonora Water Front — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Puerto Peñasco, Rocky Point, is a Mexican fishing and resort city on the Sea of Cortes. It’s known for dune-backed Sandy Beach
and Bahía la Choya’s tidal pools. The Center for the Study of Deserts and Oceans has gardens and a fin-whale skeleton.
Rocky Point is often called “Arizona’s beach” because it is close in proximity to Arizona and easy to get to rather quickly.
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Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon 1 comment
Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
On top of Mt. Lemmon
the setting sun casts shadows
honoring this priceless moment
concealed in the colors,
sunk deep in the flesh.
— kenne
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Jackson Square Window 2 comments
Jackson Square Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Over the last forty years, Joy and I have spent many days in one of our favorite cities, New Orleans.
In this image, she looks away because she is not feeling well, so we stop for a bite to eat.
Looking back on this moment, it was probably not the best time for me to photograph her.
“Only women hold back the pain.”
— kenne
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Monument Valley Painting 1 comment
Monument Valley Painting by kenne
“Nature is not a place to visit, it is home.”
— Gary Snyder
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Casino — Painting by kenne
People come and go
A Place filled with emotions
Some happy, some sad.
— kenne
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Bourbon Street, Early Morning Hangover — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Somewhere between living and dreaming, there’s New Orleans.”
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The Franz Kafka Story 4 comments
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when
he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.
Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter “written” by the doll saying “please don’t cry.
I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures.”
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka’s life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.
“It doesn’t look like my doll at all,” said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: “my travels have changed me.”
the little girl hugged the new doll and brought the doll with her to her happy home.
A year later Kafka died.
Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
“Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.”
Embrace the change. It’s inevitable for growth. Together we can shift pain into wonder and love,
but it is up to us to consciously and intentionally create that connection.
— from Humanity, Posted by Actbiggy
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Sabino Creek Art 4 comments
Sabino Creek In Sabino Canyon — Art by kenne
Snow on the mountains
Feeding Sabino below
Nature is alive.
— kenne
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A Son’s Dreams 1 comment
A Son’s Dreams (Kenne David Turner Fishing On A Lake Conroe Pier In The Early 1980s) — Image by kenne
It didn’t matter
that no fish
would be caught —
only he and I knew
there is nothing
on the end
of the line,
but he can dream,
can’t he?
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 