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Female Anna’s Hummingbird   Leave a comment

Female Anna's Hummingbird-framed blogFemale Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne

One day a hummingbird flew in–
It fluttered against the window til I got it down
where I could reach it with an open umbrella– —
When I had it in my hand it was so small
I couldn’t believe I had it–but I could feel the intense life–
so intense and so tiny– …You were like the humming bird to me…
And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know
the best part of one another without spending much time together– —
It is not that I fear the knowing– It is that I am at this moment
willing to let you be what you are to me–
it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.

— Georgia O’Keeffe

Mockingbird Gears   1 comment

Mockingbird-0650 art blogMockingbird Gears — Computer Art by kenne

Mockingbird blue gears
Rise into my view each day
Bright body shadows.

— kenne

 

Hot Bird In Tucson   Leave a comment

Hot Bird-2945-blogImmature Canyon Towhee on 109 Degree Day (Bird I.D. by Jerry Bird) — Image by kenne

This Canyon Towhee has been spending time in the shade of our olive tree, which is near the patio fountain and feeders. Yes, birds can suffer heat strokes. — kenne

 

Cactus Wren Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Cactus Wren Grunge Art-0297 blogCactus Wren Grunge Art by kenne
Art tries to create
     creates 
many possible futures
     futures
in each moment 
     moments
of existence
     existences
choosing reality
     realities 
from our experience
     experiences.

-- kenne


House Wren — An Artistic Technique   Leave a comment

House Wren-0294 art blogHouse Wren — Grunge Art by kenne

“. . . an artistic technique is discipline in spontaneity and spontaneity in discipline.”

— Alan W. Watts

 

Cooling Off In Tucson   1 comment

Cooling Off In Tucson — Images by kenne

Sure it’s hot in the desert
we just learn to adapt.

— kenne

 

Kindness to Animals   3 comments

Control Road to Crystal SpringHouse Finch On Old Rusty Wheel — Image by kenne

Kindness to Animals

 

Little children, never give
Pain to things that feel and live:
Let the gentle robin come
For the crumbs you save at home,—
As his meat you throw along
He’ll repay you with a song;
Never hurt the timid hare
Peeping from her green grass lair,
Let her come and sport and play
On the lawn at close of day;
The little lark goes soaring high.
To the bright windows of the sky,
Singing as if ’twere always spring,
And fluttering on an untired wing,—
Oh! let him sing his happy song,
Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.

— Anonymous

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