
Bonsai Tree (The Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens) — Image by kenne
“There are no borders in bonsai,
the dove of peace flies to palace
as to a humble house,
to young as to old,
to rich and poor.”
— John Naka
Bonsai Tree (The Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens) — Image by kenne
“There are no borders in bonsai,
the dove of peace flies to palace
as to a humble house,
to young as to old,
to rich and poor.”
— John Naka
Bonsai Bose Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Loneliness is creeping in on my moments of solitude.
After a busy day, I have always enjoyed those moments of solitude,
an opportunity to relax and ponder existence. But with age,
solitude has become a prison of living day to day with weary pain.
I was a runner for years, then I became a jogger, now a walker
just trying to keep my balance. The change over time was slow enough,
allowing adjustments to the aging process. But in recent years,
the decline has begun to move at a hurried pace.
Strenght has disappeared, limbs have grown stiff, and every function
less accurate with every fiber of my being frail and overwrought with life.
So, here I am, imprisoned in the last stage of life, soon to become an empty ghost.
Still, I’m reminded, being old is a privilege.
— kenne
La Casona Hotel
Downtown La Paz
Downtown La Paz
Downtown La Paz — Images by kenne
Back In La Paz
— kenne
Bonsai Hotel — Image by kenne
“Remember, when moving,
There is no place that doesn’t move.
When still,
There is no place that isn’t still.
First seek extension, then contraction;
Then it can be fine and subtle.
It is said,
If others don’t move,
I don’t move.
If others move slightly,
I move first.”
Source: Unknown
A Recent Addition from Kathy & Bob, a Camellia Bonsai — Image by kenne
“It’s Ladybug Party Time” — Image by kenne
— kenne