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.
Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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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.
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Monument Valley Painting by kenne
— Gary Snyder
Casino — Painting by kenne
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Bourbon Street, Early Morning Hangover — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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
Sabino Creek In Sabino Canyon — Art by kenne
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A Son’s Dreams (Kenne David Turner Fishing On A Lake Conroe Pier In The Early 1980s) — Image by kenne
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Ocotillo Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from “Requiem for Sonora” by Richard Shelton
Santa Fe Sculpture (Humankind) — Image by kenne
Death In The Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Requien for Sonora”
1
a small child of a wind
stumbles toward me down the arroyo
lost and carrying no light
tearing its sleeves
on thorns of the palo verde
talking to itself
and to the dark shapes it touches
searching for what it has not lost
and will never find
searching
and lonelier
than even I can imagine
the moon sleeps
with her head on the buttocks of a young hill
and you lie before me
under moonlight as if under water
oh my desert
the coolness of your face
2
men are coming inland to you
soon they will make you the last resort
for tourists who have
nowhere else to go
what will become of the coyote
with eyes of topaz
moving silently to his undoing
the ocotillo
flagellant of the wind
the deer climbing with dignity
further into the mountains
the huge delicate saguaro
what will become of those who cannot learn
the terrible knowledge of cities
3
years ago I came to you as a stranger
and have never been worthy
to be called your lover or to speak your name
loveliest
most silent sanctuary
more fragile than forests
more beautiful than water
I am older and uglier
and full of the knowledge
that I do not belong to beauty
and beauty does not belong to me
I have learned to accept
whatever men choose to give me
or whatever they choose to withhold
but oh my desert
yours is the only death I cannot bear
— Richard Shelton
Sonoran Desert Wildflowers–ChatGPT — An Artificial Intelligence (AI) Image
I keep playing around with ChatGPT to create art, but I am still unsure what to think of this new tool.
As of now, it makes too many creative decisions for me.
Photo-Artistry by kenne
Mariposa
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time, Light, Photos, and Windmill — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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