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Flame Skimmer Art   1 comment

Flame Skimmer — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The dragonfly brings dreams to reality and is the messenger
of wisdom and enlightenment from other realms.

— Unknown

Shuttered From The Heat   Leave a comment

Tucson Window — Sketching by kenne

Desert’s mid-day sun

We seek cool places inside

Shuttered from the heat.

— kenne

 

Panoramic View From The Patio   Leave a comment

Panoramic View From The Patio After Monsoon Rains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

clouds hug the mountains

after monsoon rains move on

my heart leaps with joy

— kenne

Dove In Mesquite Tree   2 comments

White-winged Dove In Mesquite Tree — Photo-Artistry by kenne

we have eye connect

can she see into my soul

we will never know

— kenne

Tucson El Presidio Window   Leave a comment

Tucson El Presidio District Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne

old Presidio

where Tucson’s history lives

around each corner

— kenne

Glass Blower   2 comments

Glass Blower — HDR Image by kenne

an artist at work

she skillfully creates art

as people pass by

— kenne

Bee On Chicory Wildflower   Leave a comment

Bee On Chickory Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The monsoon season has begun the second-hottest and second-driest on record in Arizona, where heat records
are frequently broken last year. The last two years have seen fewer desert downpours, an important source of
summer river flow.

“We’re dealing with a rapidly changing climate that is becoming, overall, more dry and varied and warmer,”
said Scott Wilbor, an ecologist in Tucson who studies desert river ecosystems, including the San Pedro.
“We are in uncharted territory.” Click here to learn about the importance of Sonoran Desert rivers.

Wildflowers (July 30, 2014)– Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Wildflowers (July 30, 2014) — Grunge Art by kenne

Saguaro Sunrise   1 comment

Saguaro Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne

saguaro sunrise

just above the canyon ridge

shadows in the dark

— kenne

 

The Lone Hiker   Leave a comment

The Lone Hiker — Photo-Artistry by kenne

now in his eighties
living moment by moment
carries a message

time past time present
both in time future

— kenne

Scorpionweed   Leave a comment

Scorpionweed — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no?
And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no?
Doesn’t that make life a story?”

― from Life of Pi by Yann Martel

Little Cactus On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Little Cactus On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The most visible creators I know of are
those artists whose medium is life itself.
The ones who express the inexpressible —
without brush, hammer, clay, or guitar.
They neither paint nor sculpt — their
medium is being. Whatever their presence
touches has increased life. They see and
don’t have to draw. They are the artists of
being alive.

— J. Stone

 

Cactus Blossom Art   1 comment

Cactus Blossom Art by kenne

Beauty blossoms forth

Each single moment leaving

A place in my heart.

— kenne

Life Is All About Perspectives   1 comment

 ‘Weed’ On the Patio — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I have subscribed to The New Yorker for years and find it helpful to see things from different perspectives; some I like, some I don’t. Many great writers, some of which I agree with, some I don’t. It’s all a matter of perspective, which is what this poem is all about — It’s only boogie-woogie.

BOOGIE-WOOGIE

You shout from the other room
You ask me how to spell boogie-woogie
And instantly I think what luck
no war has been declared
no fire has consumed
our city’s monuments
our bodies our dwellings

The fiver didn’t flood
no friends 
have been arrested
It’s only boogie-woogie
I sign relieved
and say it’s spelled just as it sounds
boogie-woogie

— Adam Zagajewski (The New Yorker, July 5, 2021)

Nothingness   2 comments

Brother Tom at the Fish Market Window in Seattle — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Nothingness

Staring out the window
nothing comes into view,
fog drafts off the sound

It doesn’t matter
if nothing is seen,
gaze drafts afar

Even the usual seagulls
are overlooked,
even their calls

It is as if my senses
have ceased,
for the duration

Standing at the window
in my solitude,
fade into nothingness

Yet, still waiting
in my loneliness,
the vacuum to end.

— kenne

 
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