Forest Floor On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
“Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.”
— Chief Seathl
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Arches National Park 8 comments
Arches National Park — Image by kenne
“I think I see a monkey.
No! It couldn’t be!
Here on these hot, dry rocks?
It’s just an old dead tree.”
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Bolivian Street Scene 3 comments
Bolivian Street Scene (08/24/19) — Image by kenne
The most important thing is the indigenous people are not vindictive by nature.
We are not here to oppress anybody –
but to join together and build Bolivia, with justice and equality.
— Evo Morales
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Corner Store Window, French Quarter 2 comments
Corner Store Window, French Quarter — Image by kenne
I love New York, San Francisco, and so many other places.
But there’s no place like New Orleans. It’s got the best food.
It’s got the best music. It’s got the best people.
It’s got the most things to do
When you are in love.
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Today is Joy’s Birthday 7 comments
Today is Joy’s Birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, My Love
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Thomas R. Turner — Looking Back 2 comments
Thomas R. Turner at Home In The Seattle Area
“To use a few of Eliot’s words;
‘As we grow older, the world becomes stranger,
the pattern more complicated . . .’
Complications, ambiguities, nonsequiturs.
I keep searching for clarity . . . lucidity;
and I know each time I seek
that I’ll become more entangled.
No, I’m not bored — just scared.”
— Thomas R. Turner
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Oakman Arizona Wild Donkeys 4 comments
Oatman Arizona Wild Donkeys (Christmas 2012) — Image by kenne
Below the Black Mountains of Arizona is an old ghost town abandoned by gold miners.
The town is named Oatman, and when prospectors left, they also left something behind—
their four-legged friends. Today, Oatman is a historic Route 66 pit stop famously infested with wild donkeys. Source: abc 10 Sacramento
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American Snout Butterfly 2 comments
American Snout Butterfly — Image by kenne
“Today, everything exists to end in a photograph.”
— Susan Sontag
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A Trail In Southern Utah 3 comments
A Trail In Southern Utah (06/11/14) — Image by kenne
Camera in hand
My images are a record
Of the trails I’ve hiked.
— kenne
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Tom Turner Photograph — Those Were The Days 3 comments
Tom Turner (Sometime In The Late 1960s) — Image Created with the Help of Technology and AI
Afternoons in the backyard, our lives like photographs
Yellowing elsewhere,
in somebody else’s album,
In secret, January south winds
Ungathering easily through the black limbs of the fruit trees.
What was it we never had to say?
Who can remember now-
Something about the world’s wrongs,
Something about the way we shuddered them off like rain
in an open field,
convinced that lightning would not strike.
We’re arm in arm with regret, now left foot, now right foot.
We give the devil his due.
We walk up and down in the earth,
we take our flesh in our teeth.
When we die, we die. The wind blows away our footprints.
— Charles Wright
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A Casual Glance 1 comment
Through The Window Out The Door — Image by kenne
A casual glance
Through the window out the door
Left in the desert.
— kenne
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Bull Rider in Tucson — Image by kenne
“Bull riders are not daredevils; they are disciplined athletes who have mastered the art of courage.”
— Jim Shoulders
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Kemah Boardwalk At Sunset 3 comments
Kemah Boardwalk At Sunset — Image by kenne
Kemah is named after the Indian word “wind in my face.”
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Book Signing 1 comment
Billy Collins Signing My Books of His Poetry (One of My Favorite Poets) — Image by joy
The Guest
I know that the reason you placed nine white tulips
in a glass vase with water
here in this room a few days ago
was not to mark the passage of time
as a fish would have if nailed by the tail
to the wall above the bed of a guest.
But early this morning I did notice
their lowered heads
in the gray light,
two of them even touching the glass
table top near the window,
the blossoms falling open
as they lost their grip on themselves,
and my suitcase only half unpacked by the door.
— Billy Collins
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Show Us Your Tits Leave a comment
Show Us Your Tits — Image by kenne
Texas Ice House Blues
The year was 2007
The place was Drifter’s
In deep east Texas.
A Sunday afternoon
Where Mean Gene’s blues
Energized the crowd.
The sun and humidity
Kept the iced beer flowing
On this mid-summer day
Never underestimate
The power of the blues
Penetrating the piney woods
Bodies jiving to the music
Tits start popping out if
Only for a brief moment.
— kenne
