Turkey Creek Trail Gate — Computer Painting by kenne
The Little Rincons
East of the Rincons
Fenced-in weathered grasslands
Near Turkey Creek.
4X4 drive reachable
From tall oaks along the creek
To golden meadows.
Enter a new world
Hidden from desert norm
A breath of cool air.
Passby cattle lands
A short dirt drive north of I-10
Near Hidden Pastures.
A wilderness route
Not considered a trail hike
Takes cross-country skills.
— kenne
Another World — Computer Painting by kenne
— kenne
Computer Painting by kenne
Spiritual enlightenment can be reached
through relaxing in a thought bubble
causing a comfortable feeling with
being a completely ordinary person
becoming vulnerable to the world.
— kenne
Summerhaven, Mt. Lemmon — Computer Painting by kenne
Cabin in the woods
a place to be alone
imposing my philosophy
on no one else, writing
words once forgotten
now for future thought.
Once erect, now bent
I stand with a head high
walking the nearby trails
where I stop a hiker
hoping I might share my
knowledge of the mountain.
Catalinas, Catalinas,
beautiful mountains
with your many biomes —
the queen of diversity
soon to be memories
in a time lost in my mind.
— kenne
Painting by kenne
Crossing The Border
Rainbow Clouds — Computer Painting by kenne
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Self-Portrait
The more I learn about myself
the less I know about others.
I feel good about who I am,
questioning the good of others.
I may understand my behavior,
wondering about that of others.
This may change with a renewal
of dialogue among humans.
I accept who I have become,
I accept the responsibility for me.
I accept my humanness, but
not the organization of society.
To live in the actual world,
we develop an ability to cope.
By coping, I first came to know,
before I came to know-nothingness,
thus having an opposite for interaction,
allowing me to continue to search
sometimes not putting forth enough effort,
causing anxiety, guilt, and despair.
I am able to know by being in the moment,
I am able to know-nothingness by becoming.
The more I am able to know-nothingness
the more I am able to achieve enlightenment
by living life according to my possibilities
as I am able to actualize them.
— kenne
“What?” — Image by a Fellow Traveler
“Wired” — Computer Painting by kenne
a poem is
a dragonfly
darting near water
looking
for a place to rest upon
filled with freshness.
a poem is
of flight down
by the creekside —
standing water.
a poem is. . .
a poem is
wired.
— kenne
Computer Painting by kenne
You ask me what’s a coyote fence? A crooked line of cedar poles
Surrounding our adobe, our refuge from the road
Some nights we can see light of fires as Indians dance
And the eyes of God shine through the coyote fence.
— from “The Light Beyond the Coyote Fence” by Tom Russell
Arizona Wildflower Painting by kenne
Things are as they are
There is no past or future
Only the present.
— kenne
Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterflies — Grunge Art by kenne
— Hans Christian Andersen
Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly Art by kenne
I remember the first time I saw a swallowtail, trying to capture the details of this large attractive butterfly as it fluttered by. That was many years ago. Since moving to southern Arizona, I have photographed many, and one of the things I have noticed is that they seem to be attracted to purple flowers.
I continue to be fascinated by this beautiful creature, often taking some my photos and turning them into art like the above image. This art was created from a photographed I took in August 0f 2012.
Vladimir Nabokov wrote in his novel, Lolita, of the “splendid, pale yellow creature with black blotches, blue crenels and a cinnabar eyespot above each chrome-filled black tail.”
— kenne
Computer Painting by kenne
Happy Hour In Old Town San Diego — Computer Painting by kenne
We stopped
at the entranced
to the Mexican Cafe
for happy hour
on the patio.
“This way please,”
said the dark-eyed
women dressed
in a traditional
colorful Fiesta Dress.
We each ordered
Margaritas on the rocks
our way of reviewing
Mexican cafes
when traveling.
Music jumps
through the air,
venerable reminders
of European Polkas
brought by immigrants.
For good or bad,
our tastes for
Mexican food
continues to be
biased by Tex-Mex.
— kenne
Julian Cafe & Bakery, Julian, California — Computer Painting by kenne
— kenne
