Archive for the ‘Capturing the Moment’ Category
“The Guitar” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Guitar
The weeping
of the guitar begins.
Wineglasses shatter
in the dead of night.
The weeping
of the guitar begins.
It’s useless
to hush it.
It’s impossible
to hush it.
It weeps on monotonously
the way water weeps,
the way wind weeps
over the snowdrifts.
It’s impossible
to hush it.
It weeps for things
far, far away.
For the sand of the hot South
that begs for white camellias.
Weeps for arrows without targets,
an afternoon without a morning,
and for the first dead bird
upon the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart gravely wounded
by five swords.
— Federico García Lorca
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Arizona Sister Butterfly in Stealth Mode — Image by kenne
“Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You’re a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye”
— from “Someone Saved My Life Tonight” by Bernie Taupin / Elton John
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Sister and Brother in a Small Village in the Rural Mountains of Nicaragua (November 2007) — Image by kenne
Locked in a world
Too young to understand,
Little sister and little brother watch,
not sure of what to think.
Disengaged, toneless and still —
Not out of fear, only wonder,
Each inviting attention
With slightest of a smile.
Gathered as one,
Strength in their numbers
Belonging to each other
Caring and concern in their eyes.
kenne
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Standing At The Altar Of Nature
When we stand at
the altar of nature,
we stand with the greats;
Ralph Waldo Emerson,
Henry David Thoreau,
and John Muir,
each having helped define
our relationship
with nature and language —
“every natural fact is a symbol
of some spiritual fact,
. . . words are signs of natural facts.”
Nature’s beauty becomes
a source of spiritual energy
connecting all things
into a universal whole
with the energy of our
thoughts and will.
We stand at nature’s altar
not separate from her,
seeing us in the flowers,
insects, animals, mountains,
creating a unified landscape
of our inward and outward senses.
Like all relationships,
the experience depends
on the degree of harmony
between us and nature,
therefore becoming a gift
granted while walking with nature
as she is embraced in our minds –
Enlighten, she shares her secrets,
making the universe more “transparent.”
Yet the gift may only offer a glimpse,
to be shared in images and words,
charming all living things.
kenne
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. — John Muir
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Carpenter Bee on Mountain Marigold — Image by kenne
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
— W.B. Yates
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Daughter Jill and Mother Joy Celebrating Joy’s Birthday
Sharing one of life’s present moments. — Images by kenne. July 28, 2010
Mother, daughter
the cord is really never cut
even after death.
— kenne
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Ray Wylie Hubbard — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Ah, where have they gone, the amblers of yesterday? Where have they
gone, those loafing heroes of folk song, those vagabonds who roam from
one mill to another and bed down under the stars? Have they vanished
along with footpaths, with grasslands and clearings, with nature?”
— Milan Kundera
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