La Paz, Bolivia (08/17/19) — Image by kenne
“Narratives can make us understand.
Photographs do something else: they haunt us.”
―
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Photographs Haunt Us Leave a comment
“Narratives can make us understand.
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
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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.)
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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
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A Texas Hill Country Throwback (06/21/02) 3 comments
A Texas Hill Country Throwback (06/21/02) — Image by kenne
In this time of the pandemic
we spend a lot of time
thinking about getting away.
But where to go and stay safe.
The safest way to travel now
is through my many photos.
Till COVI-19 decides to leave town,
we will travel in captured moments
before we will be getting away.
— kenne
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Art In The Canyon Leave a comment
Art In The Canyon (Sabino Canyon) — Image by kenne
She rides the shuttle to Stop 8
Stepping off with her equipment
Setting up near the creekside
People relax in the spring sun
A perfect setting for the artists
One with a brush, one with a camera.
— kenne
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On The Tail To Thimble Peak 2 comments
On The Tail To Thimble Peak — Image by kenne
Thimble Peak insight
We cross a windblown meadow
A path less traveled.
— kenne
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Twenty-Year-Old B&W Photo 2 comments
Twenty-Year-Old B&W Photo — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Twenty-year-old B&W photo
Our smiles tell the story
We were both in our 50s
Wiser now in our 70s
Living each day knowing not
What tomorrow may bring
Not living the stories of the past
Living each moment holding hands
Throughout all these rumbling years
Time has brought about changes
Still, our love for each other
And our smiles remains the same
— kenne
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Gone, But Not Forgotten Leave a comment
Mean Gene Kelton at The Rhythm Room On Washington in Houston, June 14, 2003 — Image by kenne
gone
Smokin’ Joe’s Roadhouse, gone
The Rhythm Room, gone
Mean Gene Kelton, gone
gone, yes, but not forgotten —
the blues will never die.
— kenne
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Montgomery County Friends of the Blues, 2002 Leave a comment
Montgomery County Friends of the Blues, 2002 Fund Raiser — Image by kenne
Fundraiser at Tut’s
Friends of the blues are partying
In downtown Conroe.
Plenty of whiskey
As a chaser for the blues
With AJ and the gang.
Looking back in time
Blues is a mighty long road
One with twists and turns.
Dylan’s Heaven’s Door
Covered by Blues and Rock bands
Now a whiskey brand.
My dream has come true
A perfect combination
Whiskey and the Blues.
Showcasing Dylan’s
Black Buffalo iron gates
Cover each bottle.
— kenne
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One Of My Early Black And White Photographs 2 comments
“A Rainy Evening” (Normal, Illinois) — Image by kenne
Photography in the 20th Century
was all about film photography
Ektachrome was my choice,
however, occasionally I shot in B&W.
“A Rainy Evening” is a B&W
photo taken in 1974, by
definition a vintage image
having been captured before 1980.
I rarely used B&W film
with my first SLR camera,
a Canon FTb QL that I still have.
“A Rainy Evening,” is a print
recently rediscovered,
by Mary Ann, inspired
by the lighting and
reflections of the moment.
I have no idea of the settings,
but it is reasonable to say
a very slow shutter speed with
a fairly low f-stop.
I’m not sure anybody cares
just one of many photo
projects taking me
to where I am today.
— know
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I Stare At Shadows 2 comments
“I Stare At Shadows” — Image by kenne
I stare at shadows,
looking for answers
in deep caverns
of my soul,
only to see them
blurred by others
as water
in the stream
of life
rushes by.
— kenne
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Wall Shadows Leave a comment
Southwestern Still Life — Image by kenne
Wall Shadows
A break with the sun
Not complete, only partial
A heat compromise.
— kenne
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Saguaro On Baby Jesus Trail Leave a comment
Saguaro On Baby Jesus Trail — Image by kenne
Lots of big boulders
On the Baby Jesus trail —
No baby Jesus.
— kenne
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Watching Time Go By 3 comments
“Watching Time Go By” (Nicaragua, 2007) — Image by kenne
Muddy rut-carved roads
in the Nicaraguan mountains
we reach a village in a 4X4
where women and children
wait out the day, men having
left before daylight in
backs of pickup trucks.
A young woman stands
in the open doorway
I try not to see her as
an object to be photographed
for my travel photo journal,
instead to capture a story
to be told by the viewer.
— kenne
