Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Category

Top Two Shelves In Our Study   Leave a comment

Top Two Shelves In Our Study — Image by kenne

There are moments

down deep inside

when I scream — 

Nobody gets in

to see the wizard

not nobody, 

not no how.

— kenne

The Humble Back Of The Mountain   Leave a comment

Aspen Trail on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

Sun warms the lizard’s back
and the humble back of the mountain.
A raven croaks from the top of a thermal.
The valley oak above the barn,
dying a huge branch at a time,
stands in calm mortability, content
with the warm light that has fed its leaves,
the dark waters that have fed its roots,
its acorns that have fed the woodpeckers
for five hundred rainy seasons.

— Ursula K. Le Guin

Foggy Morning Birthday On Tanuri Ridge   1 comment

Foggy Morning Birthday On Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne

This sandgrain day in the bent bay’s grave
He celebrates and spurns
His driftwood eighty-second wind turned age;
Herons spire and spear.

— An age modification from Poem On His Birthday by Dylan Thomas

A Tucson Sunset   Leave a comment

A Tucson Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.

— David Hume

Shadows In The Canyon   Leave a comment

Shadows In The Canyon — Image by kenne

The sun hit the sides of the rock, creating shadows that swallowed the canyon trail as we hiked the canyon.

Looking left and right, we took a deep breath to appreciate where we are.

There are certain places that have the energetic power to serve as a teacher.

The canyons of the Santa Catalina Mountains are exactly that.

It’s a place that requires no words but can provide untold lessons.

It’s a place that will challenge your perspective without asking anything from you.

— kenne

Touring HTOWN Wall Art   Leave a comment

Kenne D., Kenne G., and Katelyn — Image by Janie

“What is life? – A novel. Who is the author? – Anonymous. We read haltingly, laugh, weep… and sleep.”

— Nikolai Karamzin

A Desert Winter Sunset   Leave a comment

A Desert Winter Sunset — Image by kenne

What is not to love

A desert winter sunset

Trees frame the picture.

— kenne

Death On The Trail   Leave a comment

The Cycle of Nature Moves On — Image by kenne

Nothing is really never dead if you look at it right.

Kenne D. and Kenne G.   Leave a comment

Kenne David and His Dad at 8th Wonder Brewery (December 27, 2022) Image by Janie

“All that is transitory is but a metaphor.”

― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Christmas Abstract   Leave a comment

Christmas Abstract Art by kenne

Christmas magic is silent.

You don’t hear it — you feel it.

You know it. You believe it.

— Kevin Alan Milne

Holiday Travels   2 comments

Sunrise in West Texas East of Ft. Stockton On I-10 (December 23, 2022) — Image by kenne

Christmas in Texas

Twelve hundred miles from Tucson

First time in two years.

— kenne

West Texas Travels At Sunrise   5 comments

Morning Sunrise on the road in West Texas (December 23, 2022) — Images by kenne

We spent the night in Ft. Stockton after leaving Tucson on December 22nd on our Holiday trip to Houston to spend time with family and friends.

— kenne

Winter Solstice, 2022   Leave a comment

 
Winter solstice 2022 in Northern Hemisphere will be at 2:47 PM on Wednesday, December 21 MST — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

The waxing of the sun, that

moment of solstice when

everything is still,

everything is silent —

an exotic moment of being

with darkness

giving birth to light

to which we celebrate

the relationship,

the moment of being

in the birthplace of life.

— kenne

Wet Spider Web   Leave a comment

Wet Spider Web By Spillway — Image by kenne

“I’d come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.”

 
― Jean-Paul Satre

A Fall Hike On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

A Fall Hike On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

A POEM IS A MOUNTAIN

a poem is a mountain

high above the city,

a place of contrasts,

filled with periods of

rain, snow and drought.

a poem is a mountain

filled with expressions of time,

filled with seasons

filled with life and death.

a poem is a mountain

growing old without pity

where God touches earth

bringing forth new life

changing earth’s colors.

a poem is a mountain

where rocks mark places, 

silence bringing on sound,

directing the eye

to things not seen —

only then does the 

mountain become a poem

— kenne

 

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