Sunset Shadow — Image by kenne
“And the days that I keep my gratitude
Higher than my expectations
Well, I have really good days”
— from the song “Mother Blues” by Ray Wylie Hubbard
Archive for the ‘Capturing the Moment’ Category
Sunset Shadow 3 comments
Play That Downhome Music Leave a comment
“Play That Downhome Music” (New Orleans Street Musicians) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Chance of Rain
When it rains here, we soak
up to our ankles and down
from our hoods. You wouldn’t
believe all the water teeming
in the cracks of our streets and
sliding down the sidewalks
in thin, fleeting sheets. We
could almost be swept away.
—David K. Wheeler, from Contingency Plans
Sadness Of The Moon 1 comment
Setting October Moon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sadness of the Moon
Tonight, the moon is full of laziness —
Like a beauty reclining on many cushions
Before going to sleep, with light and distracted touch,
Caressing the contours of her breasts.
Upon the satin backs of soft avalanches
She abandons herself to the touch of her own hands,
And faintly looks down upon pale white visions
That climb into space like tropical vines.
From time to time, in her lonely delirium,
She lets a quick tear shoot across the sky.
And a pious poet, awake all through the night,
Takes this pale tear like a fragment of opal
Into the palm of his hand, and places it within his heart,
Far from the eyes of the sun.
— Charles Baudelaire
Anna’s Hummingbird 4 comments
Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
Anna’s Hummingbird
A beautiful little bird
Darts before my eyes.
— kenne
In The Moment 1 comment
“In the Moment” Photo-Artistry by kenne
In the moment
She ponders life
Resting attention
On the slowly
Moving backwaters
Cascading between
Two large boulders
Picking up speed
Before being captured
In a large pool of water.
— kenne
The Guitar 3 comments
“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
