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The Photographer   Leave a comment

kenne SCVN Hike 007-Edit-2-art-72-2The Photographer — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“In America,
the photographer is not simply
the person who records the past,
but the one who invents it.”

— Susan Sontag

Sunset Shadows Thickened Into Darkness   Leave a comment

Relaxing by the Bay_art-Edit-1-72Photo-Artistry by kenne

Forever and ever
ain’t something
you hold on to.

— kenne

Desert Orangetip Butterfly   Leave a comment

7 Falls April 2013Desert Orangetip Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Curiously, light-loving GREEN plants reject the Sun’s GREEN light,
reflecting it back at you, which is why they look GREEN.”

— Neil deGrasse Tyson

Window Light   2 comments

Nogales“Window Light” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“We are living in a world today where lemonade
is made from artificial flavors and furniture polish
is made from real lemons.”

— Alfred E. Newman

Free As A Bird   1 comment

Western Bluebird-0516-Edit-art-72Eastern Bluebird — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Free as a Bird

You may desire

to be free as a bird, not

understanding you’re proper 

part within the whole,

meaning your ultimate destiny 

is not in your hands, but

caught in a conflict

between the forces of

freedom and duty.

— kenne

Yesterday’s Things   Leave a comment

StardustStillLife-Edit-72Yesterday’s Things — Photo-Artistry by kenne

yesterday’s things

 just things
on the table

 nothing special
in the sunlight – 

a mug
a candle
a hairclip
a watch
cookies

 each having a
story to tell 

making these things
something special 

creating a way of feeling
out of the ordinary 

an instant out of time
holding it still

in the shadows
of yesterday’s dreams

— kenne

 

Hiking To The Top   3 comments

kenne-art-blogPhoto-Artistry by kenne

would love to feel
old abilities
coming on strong
weaken more by age

still trying
to spread
my wings
mountains on the left
mountains on the right

reaching deep inside
opening those
old doors
releasing those
old strengths

I can climb
I know I can
I can climb
to the top

in search
of those old feelings
now only in my dreams
trying to deal with
too much stuff

still can’t get enough
keep on climbing
sucking more air
a whole lot of air

I can climb
I know I can
mountains on the left
mountains on the right
still, miles to go

one switchback at a time
posing
for the fleet of foot
and young at heart

as I catch my breath
I can climb
I know I can
under indigo skies
mountains to climb
following old images

painted with the
brush of experience
sometimes I get lost
in a lapse of time
lapse into a blur

this time around
as I near the top
looking out over
my imagination

life is more
dramatic

extreme
highs and lows

time to rest
slowed by the winds
blowing dust, when
suddenly the winds stop

all the windmills stop
a vision of death
where are the desires?
where are the myths?
where are the models?

I’m at the top
the view is exciting —
true excitement
comes only
from being there.

–kenne

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