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Christmas Day, 2019   5 comments

Thimble Peak - Snow -72.jpgSnow At Windy Point Vista, Tucson, Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne

When I think of the historical Christ, I think of courage:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

— Theodore Roosevelt

 

Holiday Season Flashback #1   Leave a comment

Chase's 1st Christmas-72.jpgChase Morris, December 24, 2004 — Image by kenne

“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts.

Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts.

Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me…

Anything can happen, child.

Anything can be.”

― Shel Silverstein

Behold The Ducks   3 comments

Christmas 2012Ducks at Christmas (December 29, 2012) Photo-Artistry by kenne

Behold the duck.

It does not cluck.

A cluck it lacks.

It quacks.

It is specially fond

Of a puddle or pond.

When it dines or sups,

It bottoms ups.

— Ogden Nash

Christmas Tulips   Leave a comment

ChristmasTulips12.24.03-art-72.jpgChristmas Tulips — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Beautiful tulips

In time present and time past

Point to the future.

— kenne

Snow On The Maintains On December 26th   Leave a comment

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Snow In The Mountains 12-31-12Snow On The Santa Catalina Mountains On December 26th — Images by kenne

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Cold Mountain has many hidden wonders,
People who climb here are always getting scared.
When the moon shines, water sparkles clear
When the wind blows, grass swishes and rattles.
On the bare plum, flowers of snow
On the dead stump, leaves of mist.
At the touch of rain it all turns fresh and live
At the wrong season you can’t ford the creeks.

— from Han Shan’s Cold Mountain Poems, translation by Gary Snyder

 

Christmas 2018 Bartop Still Life   Leave a comment

Maker's Mark Still Life-Edit-1-blogChristmas 2018 Bartop Still Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We have lived at Tanuri Ridge
These eight Christmas years.
No Christmas trees over the years,
Instead, we add Holiday touches
To art, plants, whiskey bottles —
Our world exceeds stillness.

— kenne

Which One Is The Real James   1 comment

 

 

 

 

James is a challenge to photograph — Images by kenne

The quiet of Christmas morning,
everyone is still asleep as the sun
comes through the front windows

where the traveling bonsai trees,
Fica and Camellia, cast their shadows
on the table under the windows.

The smell of fresh coffee brewing
made special this morning, having
mixed in mocha with the Pike Place.

Later, the dogs enter the kitchen
having concluded their mistress
isn’t getting up to let them out.

Checking the Weather Channel App
having added towns where
family and friends live

from coast to coast,
Kate in the Northeast
and Lisa in the Northwest

are experiencing
the white Christmas
others can only dream.

— kenne

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