Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Category

The Existential Man Would Have Been 81 Today   2 comments

Tom Turner in an Existential Moment — Image by kenne

“If thought corrupts language,
language can also corrupt thought.”

— George Orwell

He gazes through the 
rained soaked window
into his confused mind.

Lonely in the moment
turning his head away
from my open hand.

He was not prepared
to be rejected and
broken up by life.

— kenne


I Walked The Mountain Trail   Leave a comment

Sunset Photo   2 comments

Taking A Breather   Leave a comment

Hiking the Italian Springs Trail (April, 2012) — Image by kenne


a trail cursed
and charmed
taking a breather
in solitude
and shade
alligator junipers
mountain pines
overlooking a
big sky pass
scrambling time
and seasons
whence we came
where we went
Redington road
to the plateau
mountain summit
till you get there yourself
it remains our paradise
sharing our wanderlust
in this virtual world

— kenne

(This hike was one of many I did with my old hiking buddy, Tom Markey, who passed awayAugust 17, 2022.)

We See Only What We Wish To See   Leave a comment

Broken Windmill Near The Hope Camp Trail — Image by kenne

There stands the remains 

of a hopeless battle

watched over by 

the ghost of Don Quixote.

Although the ghost whispers 

are never heard,

try as I may to distinguish 

between fantasy and reality,

every windmill stands in the shadow 

of the ghost of Don Quixote

giving this tool of man a human spirit

leaving us to decide 

which is the ideal vision –

the practical but mundane 

image of a windmill,

or that of the romantic dreamer 

of the impossible dream –

in the end, we all see only 

what we wish to see.

— kenne

Monument Valley   Leave a comment

Monument Valley — B&W Image by kenne

Monument Valley

Carefully placed over time

As if time had stopped.

— Kenne

Horse Corral   Leave a comment

Horse Corral In Monument Valley — Image by kenne

Horses are the dolphins of the plains, the spirits of the wind;

yet we sit astride them for the sake of being well-groomed,

whereas they could have all the desire in the world to bolt,

but instead, they adjust their speed and grace, only to please us,

never to displease.

— Lauren Salerno

A Son’s Dreams   1 comment

A Son’s Dreams (Kenne David Turner Fishing On A Lake Conroe Pier In The Early 1980s) — Image by kenne

It didn’t matter
that no fish
would be caught —
only he and I knew
there is nothing
on the end
of the line,
but he can dream,
can’t he?

— kenne

Blackett’s Ridge Trail   Leave a comment

Hiking Blackett’s Ridge — Image by kenne

We were hiking on Blackett’s Ridge

When the view called me over

For a moment of meditation —

The existence of a beautiful view

Is to take time to stop. 

— kenne

Butterfly Art   Leave a comment

Photo-Artistry by kenne


Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.

All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.

Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

A Rose Can Lift the Soul   1 comment

A Rose Can Lift the Soul — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Two days of gray skies

are not welcoming

when spring is near —

a rose can lift the soul.

— kenne

Sabino Canyon Morning, February 28, 2023   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon Morning, February 28, 2023 — HDR Image by kenne

A morning walk in the desert

can be so invigorating

to the body

and the soul —

try it sometime.

— kenne

Mystery Man Outside At Gruene Hall   4 comments

Having a Beer in the Shade Outside the Oldest Dance Hall In Texas, Gruene Hall (June 2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Where have the days gone?

Now it’s less beer, more whiskey

Easing aches and pains.

“What whiskey will not cure, there is no cure for.” 

— kenne

Inspiration   4 comments

“Inspiration” Stained Glass Art by kenne, of kenne

“It behooves any of us who would mediate on the subject of artistic inspiration to open the doors wide into the night
and welcome into the house the spirit of inhabitable awe.”
— Edward Hirsch

What can be truer than the doctrine of Inspiration?

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Looking At The Unbearable   2 comments

Francisco Goya, from The Disasters of War Series (First Edition of 1863) — National Galleries of Scotland

In 1994, Susan Sontag wrote in Transforming Vision — Writers On Art, edited by Edward Hirsch, on The Disasters of War by Francisco. 

“The images are relentless, unforgiving. That is, they do not forgive us—who are merely being shown, but do not live in the house of pain. 
The images tell us we have no right not to pay attention to pay attention to the crimes of this order which are taking place right now.
And the captions—mingling the voices of the murders, who think of themselves as warriors, and the lamenting artist-witness—mutter and wail.
The problem is despair. For it is not simple that this happened: Zaragoza, Chinchon, Madrid (1808-13). It is happening Vucovar,
Mostar, Srebrenica, Srebrenica, Stupni Do, Sarajevo (1991–   )
.” Note: The images and captions are meant to awaken, shock, rend. Yet the list of wars continues with Ukraine.

“Here in the words of some of the captions is what  they show:

One cannot look at this.
This is bad.
This is how it happened.
This always happens   .
There is not one to help them.
With or without reason.
He defends himself well.
He deserved it.
Bury them snd keep them quiet.
There was nothing to be done and he died.
What madness!
This is too much!
Nobody knows why.
Not in this case either.
This is worse.
This is the absolute worst!
It will be the same.
All this and more.
The same thing elsewhere.
Perhaps they are of another breed.
I see it.
And this too.
Truth has died.
This is the truth.”

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