Archive for the ‘Gulf Coast’ Category
James is a challenge to photograph — Images by kenne
The quiet of Christmas morning,
everyone is still asleep as the sun
comes through the front windows
where the traveling bonsai trees,
Fica and Camellia, cast their shadows
on the table under the windows.
The smell of fresh coffee brewing
made special this morning, having
mixed in mocha with the Pike Place.
Later, the dogs enter the kitchen
having concluded their mistress
isn’t getting up to let them out.
Checking the Weather Channel App
having added towns where
family and friends live
from coast to coast,
Kate in the Northeast
and Lisa in the Northwest
are experiencing
the white Christmas
others can only dream.
— kenne
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Potted Azaleas On Our Tucson Patio — Image by kenne
The azaleas in spring,
Are a beautiful thing.
Shades of purple, red and white,
Oh, what a glorious sight.
— from “Azaleas In the Spring,” by J.B. LeBuert
Having lived over 25 years in the Houston, Texas area, one of the things we miss are azaleas blooming in the springtime. Here in the desert, our little plant began to flourish a month ago.
— kenne
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Water Over the Dam — Computer Art by kenne
he stands by the shore
watching water
flow over the dam
from the little creek
now a lake
soon to be
a creek again —
a journey to ponder
. . . is it just water over the dam?
kenne
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Making the Most — Image by kenne
Every day I say;
Make the most of your time here —
Your life is worth it.
— kenne
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The Double Bayou Dance Hall, “The Place”, where you could get good smoke brisket
and local women offered homemade pecan, lemon meringue and sweet potato pies. (October 19, 2002) — Image by kenne
Break Between Sets at the Double Bayou Dance Hall, “The Place” (May 25, 2003) — Image by kenne
But the most dangerous thing in the world
is to run the risk of waking up one morning
and realizing suddenly that all this time
you’ve been living without really and truly living
and by then it’s too late. When you wake up
to that kind of realization,
it’s too late for wishes and regrets.
It’s even too late to dream.
— Kinky Friedman
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Southern Magnolia Blossom, Kingwood, Texas — Image by kenne
The hot hazy sun
A southern magnolia
And bourbon whisky
I surrender now
As luring blossoms open
Breast cleavage softness
Afternoon delight
Gives rise to my Whitman muse
Literary trysts
— kenne
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