Hawley Lake On the Fort Apache Indian Reservation in the White Mountains — Image by kenne
Cow grazes near shore
Storms build over the mountains
Lake now down two feet.
— kenne
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Artist In The Field — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“As the poets and painters of centuries have tried to tell us, art is not about the expression
of talent or the making of pretty things. It is about the preservation and containment of soul.
It is about arresting life and making it available for contemplation. Art captures the eternal
in the everyday, and it is the eternal that feeds soul—the whole world in a grain of sand. Leonardo”
— Thomas Moore (Care of The Soul)
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David Hidalgo, Los Lobos Guitarist — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Cortez the Killer
He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for a new world
A palace in the sun
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his cocoa leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
The secrets of the worlds
Oh, and his subjects gathered round him
Like leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see
And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on
With his galleons and guns
Looking for a new world
A palace in the sun
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his cocoa leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
The secrets of the worlds
Oh, and his subjects gathered round him
Like leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see
And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on
Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones
They carried them to the flat-lands
And they died along the way
They built up with their bare hands
What we still can’t build today
And I know she’s living there
And she loves me to this day
I can still remember when
Or how I lost my way
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones
They carried them to the flat-lands
And they died along the way
They built up with their bare hands
What we still can’t build today
And I know she’s living there
And she loves me to this day
I can still remember when
Or how I lost my way
Cortez, Cortez
He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Came dancing across the water
Came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
— Neil Young
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Balanced Stones Photo-Artistry 4 comments
Balanced Stones — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The
Spirit
● relax
● don’t compete
● always respect nature
● be patient and you will get there
● be conscious, rocks can harm you and others
● go new ways, boost your creativity
● let go when its time to
● push your limits
● never give up
● enjoy the art
Source: http://www.gravitymeditation.com/
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“The More It Stays The Same.” 3 comments
Jack “Old Jules” Purcell — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In June of 2006 Old Jules wrote on his blog So Far From Heaven “The More It Stays The Same.”
I hadn’t watched Easy Rider (Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper and Jack Nicholson, circa 1968) in three decades.
When I saw it again this past weekend I appreciated it again for the first time:
Nicholson: You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can’t understand what’s gone wrong with it.
Hopper: Huh. Man, everybody got chicken, that’s what happened, man. Hey, we can’t even get into like, uh, second-rate hotel, I mean, a second-rate motel. You dig? They think we’re gonna cut their throat or something, man. They’re scared, man.
Nicholson: Oh, they’re not scared of you. They’re scared of what you represent to ’em.
Hopper: Hey man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody needs a haircut.
Nicholson: Oh no. What you represent to them is freedom.
Hopper: What the hell’s wrong with freedom, man? That’s what it’s all about.
Nicholson: Oh yeah, that’s right, that’s what it’s all about, all right. But talkin’ about it and bein’ it – that’s two different things.
I mean, it’s real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace.
‘Course, don’t ever tell anybody that they’re not free ’cause then they’re gonna get real busy killin’ and maimin’ to prove to you that they are.
Oh yeah, they’re gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it’s gonna scare ’em.
Hopper: Mmmm, well, that don’t make ’em runnin’ scared.
Nicholson: No, it makes ’em dangerous.
Three young men searching for America who found it wasn’t what they bargained for.
Jack
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Sabino Canyon Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge 2 comments
Sabino Canyon Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge — Panorama by kenne
My blog confirms that I have experienced each encounter in my life twice:
once in the world, and once again on the blog.
— kenne
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“Thank Heaven For Little Girls” (Hoping they grow up with an appreciation and respect for nature.)
— Image by Their Classroom Teacher
“Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for them all
No matter where,
No matter who
Without them
What would little boys do
Thank heaven
Thank heaven
Thank heaven for little girls.”
— from Thank Heaven For Little Girls by Alan Jay Lerner / Frederick Loewe
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Spine-tipped Dancer Damselfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Well there ain’t nothin’ wrong with the way she moves,
All scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there’s nothing wrong with the look that’s in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by.”
— from Scarlet Begonias by Jerry Garcia / Robert Hunter of the Grateful Dead
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Mountain Marigold — Photo-Artistry 2 comments
Mountain Marigold on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
— Norman Cousins
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Big Brother 1 comment
Big Brother — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Magritte Clouds Over Cathedral Rock 1 comment
Cathedral Rock in the Santa Catalina Mountains
Cathedral Rock in the Sedona Verde Valley
In a Magritte sky
clouds formed
from the smoke
of a stemmed pipe
one sunkissed on
Catalina peaks
the other an
Upflow Vortex
each a cathedral rock
named in history
remaining covered
invoking mystery
concealing nothing.
— kenne
“We are surrounded by curtains.
We only perceive the world
behind a curtain of semblance.
At the same time,
an object needs to be covered
in order to be recognized at all.”
– René Magritte
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We Stand At The Altar Of Nature Leave a comment
Image by kenne
Standing At The Altar Of Nature
When we stand at
the altar of nature,
we stand with the greats;
Ralph Waldo Emerson,
Henry David Thoreau,
and John Muir,
each having helped define
our relationship
with nature and language —
“every natural fact is a symbol
of some spiritual fact,
. . . words are signs of natural facts.”
Nature’s beauty becomes
a source of spiritual energy
connecting all things
into a universal whole
with the energy of our
thoughts and will.
We stand at nature’s altar
not separate from her,
seeing us in the flowers,
insects, animals, mountains,
creating a unified landscape
of our inward and outward senses.
Like all relationships,
the experience depends
on the degree of harmony
between us and nature,
therefore becoming a gift
granted while walking with nature
as she is embraced in our minds –
Enlighten, she shares her secrets,
making the universe more “transparent.”
Yet the gift may only offer a glimpse,
to be shared in images and words,
charming all living things.
kenne
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. — John Muir
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly Photo Artistry Leave a comment
Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly Photo Artistry by kenne
Butterflies . . .
flowers that fly
and all but sing.
— Robert Frost
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Where All The Desert Beauty Runs Together — Sabino Canyon Leave a comment
View from Blackett’s Ridge of Sabino Canyon (11/01/13) — Image by kenne
Canyons, big or small
Gathering nature’s beauty
Takes your breath away.
— kenne
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Cordon Cactus in Guaymas, Sonora On the Sea of Cortés (January 24, 2016) — Image by kenne
There are places
created for all deities,
poorly translated
to the non-deities.
— kenne
