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The Best Boss Ever   Leave a comment

My Chancellor, Dr. Joe Airola (09/13/10) 

What made Joe the best boss ever, he didn’t insist on you always agreeing with him.
He once said to me, “Kenne, you know what your problem is, you’re too damn argumentative.”
A characteristic that may have created some enemies, but not with Joe.
He was one of the most self-assured, understanding people I’ve ever known.
We both continued to work together after retirement —
a true friend.

 

Toulouse & Royale   1 comment

Toulouse & Royale-72

Toulouse & Royale-2-72New Orleans Street Band at Toulouse & Royale (03/10/04) — Photos by kenne

Springtime in the

French Quarter

Royale lined with

shops and galleries

closed to vehicles,

opened to walkers

bring on the music.

— kenne

Rafting On The Tuichi River   2 comments

BoliviaBalsa Wood Rafting On The Tuichi River In The Bolivian Amazon (8/21/19) — Image by kenne

The fog was beginning to lift,
one hour after breaking camp
on our first full day on the river.

I’m sitting in front with my camera,
Matt paddling behind me as Padro
stands in the rear, steering the raft.

Except for our companion balsa raft,
the river is our’s, stopping only for
fishing and exploring the jungle line.

Padro has promised us that we will
see a jaguar at least once during
time in the Amazon on the Tuichi River.

— kenne

Bike Rack In Black and White   1 comment

Bike Rack, Granville Island, Vancouver (08/30/09) — Image by kenne

To live is so startling
it leaves little time
for anything else.

— Emily Dickinson

Zion Canyon Panorama   Leave a comment

Canyon Views Panorama (1 of 1)-B&W-72

Zion Canyon Panorama — B&W Image by kenne

Mighty and dreadful are your tall columns here,

(through soul and love put you in deep shade)

for you outnumber man and outscore even life itself,

and you are roughly tied with God and, strangely, eyes.

— from Unholy Sonnet # 1 by Billy Collins

Storm Clouds Over The Catalinas   1 comment

Storm Clouds Over The Santa Catalina Mountains (09/06/14) — Image by kenne

“And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath
the wheels of routine—and before we know it our lives are
gone. What does a man need—really need? A few pounds
of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in—
and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of
accomplishment. That’s all—in the material sense, and we know it.”

— Sterling Hayden

Anything Can Happen Here Amigo   1 comment

Image by kenne

“I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me,
and my enquiry is as to their working,
and my problem is their subjugation and victory,
down throw and upheaval,
and my effort is their self-expression.”

— Dylan Thomas

Imagine . . .   Leave a comment

Imagine . . .

pictures not seen
words not read
voices not heard
skins not touched

. . . now, imagine seeing the future.

Imagine . . .

artists not painting
poets not writing
singers not singing
lovers not embracing

 . . . now, imagine seeing the future.

Imagine . . .

a rush of wind coming down
from the mountaintop –
if you listen,
you can foretell the future

 . . . now, imagine seeing the future.

Imagine . . .

staring at a canvass
brush in hand
listen to yourself
you will paint the future

 . . . now, imagine seeing the future.

Imagine!

— kenne

Nature Is Imagination Itself   Leave a comment

Joshua Tree — Image by kenne

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes
of others only a green thing that stands in the way.
Some see nature all ridicule and deformity…
and some scarce see nature at all.
But to the eyes of the man of imagination,
nature is imagination itself.”

— William Blake

Waste Land   Leave a comment

Waste Land — Image by kenne

The Waste Land: Five Limericks

I

In April one seldom feels cheerful;
Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful;
Clairvoyantes distress me,
Commuters depress me–
Met Stetson and gave him an earful.

II

She sat on a mighty fine chair,
Sparks flew as she tidied her hair;
She asks many questions,
I make few suggestions–
Bad as Albert and Lil–what a pair!

III

The Thames runs, bones rattle, rats creep;
Tiresias fancies a peep–
A typist is laid,
A record is played–
Wei la la. After this it gets deep.

IV

A Phoenician named Phlebas forgot
About birds and his business–the lot,
Which is no surprise,
Since he’d met his demise
And been left in the ocean to rot.

V

No water. Dry rocks and dry throats,
Then thunder, a shower of quotes
From the Sanskrit and Dante.
Da. Damyata. Shantih.
I hope you’ll make sense of the notes.

— Wendy Cope

(The author was inspired by T. S. Eliot’s, The Waste Land.)

 

A Dream Deferred   Leave a comment

Texas Johnny Brown (11/15/09) Image by kenne

A Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

— Langston Hughes 

Seed Pod Dispersal   1 comment

Seed Pod Dispersal — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

There was only our bodies . . .   3 comments

“Body of an Old Man Sitting Under the Stars” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“There was only our bodies, born to live and die on terms decided by the bodies
that had lived and died before us. If he could be said to have located
a philosophical niche for himself, that was it – he’d come upon it early and intuitively,
and however elemental, that was the whole of it.”

— from Everyman by Philip Roth

Soccer Ball Washed Away   Leave a comment

After the Santa Cruz River Flood Waters Went Down (November 2012)– Image by kenne

A lost soccer ball

No longer on fields of play

A Wilson by name.

— kenne

Having To Go Pee   4 comments

Men’s Restroom On The Road — Photo-Artistry by kenne

having to go pee

there are worse things
than
being on the road
having to go pee
but there’s no restroom
in sight 
wondering will it be
too late
when you finally reach one —
there can be
nothing worse
than
too late.

— kenne

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