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Southern Dogface Butterfly Art   Leave a comment

Southern Dogface — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Therefore am I still
     A lover of the meadows and the woods,
     And mountains; and of all that we behold
     From this green earth; of all the mighty world
     Of eye and ear, — both what they half-create,
     And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
     In nature and the language of the sense,
     The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
     The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
     Of all my moral being.

— from Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour by William Wordsworth 

 

The Cover Of My Body   1 comment

Relaxing After A Hike — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

“Ginger and Sorrow”

My skin is the cover of my body.
It keeps me bound to my surroundings.
It is the leather over my spine.
It is the silk over the corneas of my eyes.
Where I am hairless, at the lips and groin,
there is pinkness and vulnerability.
Despite a protective covering of horny skin,
there is no such problem with my fingers,
whose ridges and grooves are so gratifying
to both the lover and the criminologist.
I think perhaps the entire history
of me is here—viper of memory,
stab of regret, red light of oblivion.
Hell would be living without them.

— Henri Cole

 

Lemmon Rock Lookout   2 comments

Lemmon Rock Lookout — Photo-Artistry by kenne

There’s a lookout on a rock
That’s called, Lemmon Rock.

Placed on the side of Mt. Lemmon
Where a ranger with his dog

Watch over the Catalina’s.
Listening to echoes of liance.

Fires have come close
But never close for cause 

To abandoned the watch
Tracking the forest’s future

Thinking about a poem
They will never write.

— kenne

 

Ah! Sunflower   1 comment

Photo-Artistry by kenne

Ah! Sunflower

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.

— William Blake

Posted September 3, 2020 by kenneturner in Art, Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

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Sunflower of Timeless Tomorrows   Leave a comment

Aspen Sunflower (08/16/13) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Tribute to Victims of COVID-19   Leave a comment

“. . . and once more saw the stars.”

— from Inferno by Dante Alighieri

 

 

Memorial image created from the names of COVID-19 victims for #WeGrieveTogether.
— Image: Elizabeth Perez

Charles Bukowski — 100 Years Out   Leave a comment

Charles Bukowski Art-quote-72Charles Bukowski (August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“question and answer”

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that–
it had kept them going when
all seemed
truly
hopeless.

putting the blade on the table, he
flicked it with a finger
and it whirled
in a flashing circle
under the light.

who the hell is going to save
me? he
thought.

as the knife stopped spinning
the answer came:
you’re going to have to
save yourself.

still smiling,
a: he lit a
cigarette
b: he poured
another
drink
c: gave the blade
another
spin.

— Charles Bukowski

Hacienda de los Santos Setting Room   2 comments

Hacienda de los Santos Setting Room-art-72Hacienda de los Santos Setting Room — Photo-Artistry by kenne

there was a large vase.
a very special vase
in a very special place.
a very pretty vase
part poetry, part decor.

— kenne

 

Helga Is In Our Bedroom   1 comment

Tanuri Ridge Bedroom-Art-72The Helga Pictures Poster Has Been On Our Bedroom Wall For Over 32 Years
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

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Christina’s World–Source: Wikipedia

For most of the 80s and 90s, we subscribed to Newsweek. In August of 1986, Andrew Wyeth and his “The Helga Pictures” was on the cover.

Having loved Wyeth’s art since the first time I saw Christin’s World, I loved the series.

In the late 80s, we bought a poster of one
of The Helga Pictures while at the
Museum of Fine Arts, Houston. Ever since then, the framed poster has been on our bedroom wall.

If you love Andrew Wyeth’s work, you will find “Michael Palin in Wyeth’s World,” produced by BBC very informative and enjoyable.

— kenne

Prickly Pear Art   Leave a comment

Prickly Pear ArtPrickly Pear Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Did you ever

trip and fall

on a cactus?

Try hiking

Blackett’s Ridge

in the light of

a full moon.

— kenne

Sitting On A Park Bench   Leave a comment

Relaxing by the Bay-art-Edit-1-72Sitting On A Park Bench By The Sound — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Long Island Sound

I see it as it looked one afternoon

In August,—by a fresh soft breeze o’erblown.

The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,

A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon.

The shining waters with pale currents strewn,

The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove,

The semi-circle of its dark, green grove.

The luminous grasses, and the merry sun

In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide,

Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp

Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide,

Light summer clouds fantastical as sleep

Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon.

All these fair sounds and sights I made my own.

—  Emma Lazarus

Posted July 31, 2020 by kenneturner in Art, Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

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I Gaze At A Distant Spot   Leave a comment

Getty Negative-art-72Abstract Photo-Artistry by kenne

I gaze at a distant spot
turning dark and out of focus.

Slowly the lights go out
asking questions of the moon.

Only the mountains now
gaze at a distant spot.

— kenne

Tourist In Other People’s Reality   Leave a comment

OtherPeoplesReality-2-72Tourist In Other People’s Reality (1974) — a caricature of kenne

In 1974 an artist friend I worked with at a publishing company drew this caricature of me trying to include all the things he felt identified with me. For a long time, it hung on the wall in my office(s). One day I used a sharpy and wrote on the glass of the framed poster, “I’m a tourist in other people’s reality,” which sums up my life. I borrowed the line from Susan Sontag’s book (On Photography), “The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality, and eventually in one’s own.” 

— kenne

Pinned on the wall in the drawing is the Edmund Burke quote:

“No men can act with effect who do not act in concert;
no men can act in concert who do not act with confidence;
no men can act with confidence who are not bound together
with common opinions, common affections, and common interests.”

 

Museum Staircase   1 comment

Getty L.A.-B&W-art-72Museum Staircase — Photo-Artistry Image of L.A. by kenne

The city is named for the angels,

And its angels are easy to find.

They give off a lubricant odor,

Their eyes are mascara-lined;

At night you can see them inserting

Gold-plated diaphragms;

For breakfast, they gather at poolside

Where screenwriters feed and swim.

— from Hollywood by Bertolt Brecht

Balance Stones Art   Leave a comment

Balance Stones-art-72Balance Stones — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Hymn to Intellectual Beauty

The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats though unseen among us; visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer wind that creep from flower to flower;
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening,
Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
Like memory of music fled,
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.

— Percy Bysshe Shelley 

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