Photo-Artistry by kenne (January 18, 2010)
Martin Luther King Jr was born January 15, 1929 in Atlanta, GA.
Twelve years later, January 15, 1941, I was born in Atlanta.
— kenne
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Garcia Lorca — Gacela of the Dark Death Leave a comment
August 19th, 1936 — Federico García Lorca dies. Andalusian poet/dramatist/artist. Murdered by Franco’s fascists.
Accused of subversive activity, however evidence today suggests that it was a hate crime in response to his homosexuality.
His writings remained censored until Franco died in 1975. Despite this, Lorca became one of the
most widely read writers in the world.
Gacela of the Dark Death
I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries,
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas?
I don’t want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood,
that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water.
I don’t want to learn of the tortures of the grass,
nor of the moon with a serpent’s mouth
that labors before dawn.
I want to sleep awhile,
awhile, a minute, a century;
but all must know that i have not died;
that there is a stable of gold in my lips;
that i am the small friend of the West wing;
that i am the intense shadow of my tears.
Cover me at dawn with a veil.
because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me.
and wet with hard water my shoes
so that the pincers of the scorpion slide.
For i want to sleep the dream of the apples,
to learn a lament that will cleanse me of the earth;
for i want to live with that dark child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.
— Federico Garcia Lorca
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Pena Mountain (Vermillion Cliffs National Monument) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The land is like poetry:
it is inexplicably coherent,
it is transcendent in its meaning,
and it has the power to elevate
a consideration of human life.”
— Barry Lopez
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HAPPY HOLIDAYS: 2021 5 comments
Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Wild Sunflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Soul of the Sunflower
The warm sun kissed the earth
To consecrate thy birth,
And from his close embrace
Thy radiant face
Sprang into sight,
A blossoming delight.
Through the long summer days
Thy lover’s burning rays
Shone hot upon thy heart.
Thy life was part
Of his desire,
Thou passion-flower of fire!
And, turning toward his love,
Lifting thy head above
The earth that nurtured thee,
Thy majesty
And stately mien
Proclaims thee sun-crowned queen.
On earth, thy gorgeous bloom
Bears record of thy tomb,
And to transcendent light
Thy soul takes flight
Till thou art one,
O sunflower, with the sun!
— Sara Jewett
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Kate’s Wall Art 2 comments
Kate’s Wall Art In Our Arizona Room — Image by kenne
Shadows on the wall
began as a photo
of two nuns
from her mom’s
nun collection
printed on a cloth
of ragged edges
pressed between
two glass sheets
twenty-two years ago.
— kenne
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Standing In River Water 2 comments
Heron Standing In River Water — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A hunger heron
Standing in river water
Anticipation.
— kenne
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Remembering Mike Durbin 3 comments
Mike Durbin Talking To Blues Friends (Ken & Mary’s Blues Project, May 2017) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Blues Project
They called it a project,
a Blues Project, but really,
it was a party — a party for
family and friends to share
happy times, talk about living life,
and a love for good old blues music.
Once this party began
there would be no stopping it,
even when forced undercover
of rain, friends laugh and
talk about déjà vu the
evening had become.
Just sitting on the front porch
doing that front porch thing
telling stories now embellished
by all the good times dancing
and singing the night away
in the woods off Old Houston Road.
The Blues Project may be over
so listen, the night will lead you
to the music, the stories told,
and smile one more time
for each house concert was just a
rehearsal for what our tomorrow’s will bring.
— kenne
Kenneth Harris shares the story of how Ken & Mary’s Blues Project came about. (May 20, 2017)
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Kemah Boardwalk At Night Leave a comment
Kemah Boardwalk At Night (March 14, 2003) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Everything comes back,
in the end,
having meaning and value
only if I give it meaning and value.
Great art exist
only because I bring it to life,
actualized according to my purpose.
— kenne
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Equality and Excellence 1 comment
Image by Brian Joseph
Beyond the challenge
We must teach our children
That each one is special
As we provide equity
For their excellence.
— Brian Joseph
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Lake Woodlands Sunrise Leave a comment
Lake Woodlands Sunrise (May 25,2010) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Meditation means keeping one mind.
You must understand – what is life?
What is death? If you keep one mind,
there is no life, no death.
Then if you die tomorrow, no problem;
if you die in five minutes, no problem.
— Seung Sahn
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Thurber’s Wild Cotton Blossoms Art Leave a comment
Thurber’s Wild Cotton Blossoms (Sabino Canyon Recreation Area) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.
— James Thurber
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Looking Back To Spring of 2011 Leave a comment
Originally posted April 2011 on Becoming is Superior to Being. — kenne
“The only thing we can perceive are our perceptions. In other words, consciousness is the matrix upon which
the cosmos is apprehended. Color, sound, temperature, and the like exist only as perceptions in our head,
not as absolute essences. In the broadest sense, we cannot be sure of an outside universe at all.” — George Berkeley
Artist Along Sabino Creek In Sabino Canyon, April, 2011 — Image by kenne
Water
Pressure of sun on the rockslide
Whirled me in dizzy hop-and-step descent,
Pool of pebbles buzzed in a Juniper shadow,
Tiny tongue of a this-year rattlesnake flicked,
I leaped, laughing for little boulder-color coil–
Pounded by heat raced down the slabs to the creek
Deep tumbling under arching walls and stuck
Whole head and shoulders in the water:
Stretched full on cobble–ears roaring
Eyes open aching from the cold and faced a trout.
— Gary Snyder in Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems
The poem originally appeared Riprap, which was Snyder’s first book of poetry. For Snyder, nature as divine, which goes hand-in-hand with the biocentric nature of his Buddhist beliefs.
— kenne
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Thurber’s Cotton with Bee (Sabino Canyon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The cup-shaped flowers are 1 1/2 inches (3.8 cm) wide and have 5 broad, white petals that fade to pink as they age.
The petals are either solid white or streaked with pink at the base. The flowers are followed by round, green seed capsules that dry
to a brown color and split open to reveal the seeds and only a few, sparse cotton fibers. This plant is related to cultivated cotton,
but its cotton is too paltry for commercial use. The leaves are green and palmately lobed with 3 or 5 point-tipped lobes.
The leaves turn a bright red color in the fall (around late October). Source: fireflyforest.com
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A Fall Hike Leave a comment
A Fall Hike In the Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Fields of gold
more beautiful
than any mineral
Strike it rich
it’s out there
to be found
There’s more
I know, just
keep on hiking
Over the hills
through meadows
of golden magic
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 