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Floating Leaves — Forgetfull of All Except the Silence   1 comment

Ned's Nature Walk -- 01-1-09-13Floating Leaves — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Floating Leaves

A light rain falls on leaves
Floating on the shallow water
Above the Sabino Creek dam
On a gray sky January day
Forgetfull of all except the silence.

— kenne

Raven — The Town Cryer   Leave a comment

Raven-Art-blog“The Town Cryer” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Poetry is read by the lovers of poetry
and heard by some move they coax to the cafe
or the district library for a bifocal reading.
Lovers of poetry may total a million people
on the whole planet. Fewer than the players of skat.

— from “The Instrument” by Les Murray

Old Buildings — Virginia City   2 comments

Old Virginia City Buildings-Edit-4-art-blog-2Old Buildings, Virginia City, Nevada — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Hiking Buddies   Leave a comment

Hiking Buddies-Edit-3-art-blogHiking Buddies — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Hiking Buddies

Friendships developed
While hiking in the mountains 
Can last forever.

— kenne

Some Things Don’t Need To Be Explained   1 comment

Western Sneezeweed-Edit-1-blogWestern Sneezeweed Photo-Artistry by kenne

I myself do not believe in explaining anything.

— Shel Silverstein

Hiking Below The Ridge   1 comment

Ventana Canyon - Clouds-Edit-1-blogHiking Below The Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Tropical storm rains
On mountains surrounding us — 
A moment of green.

— kenne

Puerto Peñasco Sunset   1 comment

Puerto Penasco September 2013-0174-Sun Set-Edit-3-Art-blog-1Puerto Peñasco Sunset — Photo-artistry by kenne

If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard, 
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went —
Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay —
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face–
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost —
Then count that day as worse than lost. 

—  George Eliot

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