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Grunge Wildflower Art   2 comments

Lanceleaf Goldeneye — Grunge Art by kenne

Persevere

The fisher who draws in his net too soon,
Won’t have any fish to sell;
The child who shuts up his book too soon,
Won’t learn any lessons well.

If you would have your learning stay,
Be patient – don’t learn too fast;
The man who travels a mile each day,
May get round the world at last.

— from the Children’s Book of Virtues

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore”   Leave a comment

The Raven — Photo-Artistry by kenne

  “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
 
— from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Camphorweed Grunge Art Revisited   Leave a comment

camphorweed-1-of-1-3-grunge-art-blogCamphorweed (10/07/16) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

nature

is the cradle

providing a

dominion

for my images. 

each image

has its place,

putting down

roots

in wandering 

eyes

passing by.

— kenne

 

A Phainopepla Weathering In Sabino Canyon   Leave a comment

Male Phainopepla-art-72Male Phainopepla — Grunge Art by kenne

Most phainopeplas spend the summers feeding on insects up in the nearby mountain only to return to places like Sabino Canyon feeding mostly on desert hackberry,  wolfberry, and desert mistletoe berries.

— kenne

 

Seed Pods — Grunge Art   1 comment

Grange Art Seed PodsSeed Pods — Grunge Art by kenne

“We live our lives, made up of a great quantity of / isolated instants /
So as to be lost at the heart of a multitude of things.”

— John Ashbery

She Does Her Own Thing   4 comments

Joy Makeup-1-art-B&W-72Photo-Artistry by kenne

I want real things — live people to take hold of

— to see — and talk to —

Music that makes holes in the sky —

— Georgia O’Keeffe

 

 

Our Window Of Yesterday Days — Revisited   2 comments

Photo-Artistry by kenne

Our Window Of Yesterdays

Like Cinderella’s
Glass slipper

Only one pair
Had the right fit.

In life’s early years
It took time
Searching
For the right fit —
Trying on
Many different shoes
Before the music
Brought us together.

I
Slipped into you

Tying you
To my body –

Knowing
Only you
Could get so close.

We
Have walked

Many miles
Not always in step
But at the start of each day
You were there.

You
Supported each step
Through the good times
When we danced together
And the bad times
When the music stopped.

Over the years
I knew
Where we were going
You knew
Where we had been
As our
 souls
Have now worn thin —
Broken
Held together by twin
Only now expressing
The secret face
Of our enter selves.

Having been seduced
By a lover’s
Darkest kiss
No longer laced together —
Merely to be left behind
In the window
Of yesterdays
Kissed only
By tomorrow’s sun.

— kenne

When It Comes To People’s Safety Money Wins Out Every Time   Leave a comment

ct-gil-scott-heron01-art-blogGil Scott Heron — Grunge Art by kenne
It stands out on a highway
Like a Creature from another time.
It inspires the babies’ questions,
“What’s that?”
For their mothers as they ride.
But no one stopped to think about the babies
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Just thirty miles from Detroit
Stands a giant power station.
It ticks each night as the city sleeps
Seconds from anniahlation.
But no one stopped to think about the people
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
The sherrif of Monroe county had,
Sure enough disasters on his mind,
And what would karen Silkwood say
If she was still alive?
That when it comes to people’s safety
Money wins out every time.
And we almost lost Detroit
This time, this time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
You see, we almost lost Detroit
That time.
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
And how would we ever get over…
Cause odds are,
We gonna loose somewhere, one time.
Odds are
We gonna loose somewhere sometime.
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Didn’t they, didn’t they decide?
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
Damn near totally destroyed,
One time.
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
We almost lost detroit…
— Gil Scott Heron – We almost Lost Detroit
Watch YouTube Video, “We Almost  Lost Detroit” — https://www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=cpNUqNe0U5g

Sleepy Orange   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon Landscape Sleepy Orange(1 of 1)-4 grunge art blog.jpgSleepy Orange Butterfly on a Cholla Cactus — Grunge Art by kenne

Saying nothing… sometimes says the most.

— Emily Dickinson

Another Sign Of Spring   1 comment

Lanceleaf Goldeneye — Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Lanceleaf Goldeneye Grunge Art-Edit-4-72-blogLanceleaf Goldeneye — Grunge Art by kenne

Growing near water
Upper Sabino Canyon
Within reach of hearts.

— kenne

Greater Roadrunner — Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Greater Roadrunner-art-blogGreater Roadrunner — Grunge Art by kenne

He is a joker
Not a singer, he just clicks
To get attention.

— kenne

Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Grunge Art   1 comment

Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterflies-Edit-2-art-blog.jpgTwo-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne

Landscape Seen with the Nose

A cold tremor
burnt out of flesh by
the roosters
Drops a cloud on the prairie.
In the house
someone’s burning
The chaff.
The plows will come
with the down.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

A Gathering On A Buttonbush Flower   Leave a comment

Insects on Buttonbush (1 of 1)Grunge Art-blogA Gathering of Insects On a Buttonbush Flower — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Phainopepla Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Phainopepla DSC_1543 art blogPhainopepla Grunge Art by kenne

Living on berries
The little seeds just past through
Sticking to the branch.

— kenne

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