Sneezeweeds Among the Ferns (June 30, 2017) — Image by kenne
we hike Aspen Loop
high above the desert heat
our summer retreat
sneezeweeds among ferns
along Mt. Lemmon’s stream
a trickle of life
— kenne
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Not Waiting For The Monsoon 1 comment
Image by kenne
Each day we move on
because life doesn’t wait.
— kenne
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The Flowers Of Balboa Park — Photo Essay Leave a comment
The Flowers Of Balboa Park — Images by kenne
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In The Moment Leave a comment
Yellow Columbine — Grunge Art by kenne
“The only way we can be free in each moment
is to become what each moment is.”
— Steve Hagen
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Computer Painting by kenne
She labors in each moment
carefully connecting
lines and colors
to create what
inspires the artist
becoming free in the moment.
— kenne
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Hotel St. Michael Window (Prescott, Arizona) — Computer Painting by kenne
Window Facing Mine
I look at the window across from my window
seeing nothing inside the hotel walls,
yet I wonder what’s going on in there?
Is somebody or something in there
looking back at me from deep inside
the room with the half-pulled curtain?
I’ve been told of ghosts living here
but I don’t believe in shadows that
move in dark spaces of dark rooms.
Yet, I find myself asking questions
of something I don’t believe — maybe
it’s because I do believe in the shadows.
How many times have I said,
“Only the shadow knows?”
Is it a belief or just an expression?
Ah, those old radio shows have a way
of coming back to haunt me, like brain
droppings making noise when stepped on
as I back away from my window
wondering if I should partially close
the curtains adding to the mystery.
. . . but then, only the shadow knows.
kenne
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Soleri Figure Geometriche — Computer Art by kenne
When Earth’s Last Picture Is Painted
When Earth’s last picture is painted,
And the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colors have faded,
And the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it —
Lie down for an eon or two,
‘Till the Master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew!
And those that were good shall be happy
They’ll sit in a golden chair;
They’ll splash at a ten-league canvas
With brushes of comet’s hair;
They’ll find real saints to draw from —
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They’ll work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all!
And only the Master shall praise us,
And only the Master shall blame;
And no one will work for the money.
No one will work for the fame.
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It.
For the God of Things as They Are!
— Rudyard Kipling
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Blooming Century Plant (Agave) — Computer Painting by kenne
Sonoran Monsoon Season
The monsoon season is here.
Triple digit temperatures,
with cool mornings and
daylight at 5:00 a.m. —
perfect for a morning run,
as the sun rises casting
long shadows and silhouettes
of white-winged doves atop
the giant saguaro cactus.
Many years ago we
took a risk on love,
then seven years ago
we took a risk on life and
moved to the Sonora Desert.
Many thought we were crazy,
maybe we were at the time,
after all, what is life
without some risk.
Seven years of desert monsoons
have brought us closer to nature,
now more connected to life
we appreciate each day
and the opportunities
to continue taking risks,
increasing our capacity
to live life in unsuspected and
unpredictable ways.
— kenne
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Queen Butterfly — Remember Me Leave a comment
. . . with each encounter,
Queen Butterfly — Images by kenne
i pick
up your breath and
remember me
— Sonia Sanchez
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Ken’s Stuff and More Stuff Leave a comment
Kenneth Harris (May 20, 2017) — Image by kenne
“Stuff.”
One of my favorite words is stuff.
“That’s Super Stuff!”
“Make Stuff”
“I Love Free Stuff”
“The Good Stuff”
“My Stuff”
“Stuff in My Life”
“Stuff That Works”
“The Right Stuff”
“How’s Your Stuff?”
There are so many variations on the use of the word stuff. This last May we attended the last “Ken and Mary’s Blues Project” house concert in Porter, Texas. Before the music started, Kenneth Harris told the story of how the Project came about from his listening to Sunday blues on Houston’s KPFT. One Sunday he was listening to Nuri Nuri’s Blues Brunch.
“. . . he [Nuri] was interviewing this guy, and they played some of his stuff, and I called Nuri on the phone, and I said Nuri do you know anybody in the Houston area that can do that type of stuff, and he told me you meet me at Billy Blue’s like next Saturday night.”
Long story short, Kenneth found that stuff in the form of the Moe Hansum Band.
As I listen to Kenneth’s story I couldn’t help but think of Guy Clark’s “Stuff that Works.”
Stuff that works, stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don’ hang on the wall
Stuff that’ real, stuff you feel
The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall
Continuing on this theme of “Stuff,” in the 1970’s there was a jazz-funk band called “Stuff.” The members were Gordon Edwards (bass), Richard Tee (keyboards), Eric Gale (guitar), Cornell Dupree (guitar), Chris Parker (drums), and later Steve Gadd (drums).
There is good stuff and not so good stuff, because of what we do with our stuff. We have too much stuff. Earth’s beauty is being scarred by the stuff we throw away daily. As someone who spends a lot of time outdoors admiring nature’s beauty, I see stuff on our trails, hanging in trees, blowing in the wind, in our lakes and streams.
In December of 2007, a short documentary was released. The documentary was critical of excessive consumerism and promotes sustainability, which has gone from a movie to a movement over the last ten years — a Community of more than a million changemakers worldwide, working to build a more healthy and just planet. This land is our land! You can join the movement.
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Two Merged Photographs
Two Merged Photographs
Sunset Panoramas (May 30, 2017) — Three Merged Photographs by kenne
Sunset
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
— Rainer Maria Rilke
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Sea Gull (Lake Charles, LA, May 2017) — Image by kenne
“Your whole body… is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can see.
Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body, too…”
— Richard Bach
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Bottlebrush — Image by kenne
“When you call me close to tell me
your body is not beautiful
I want to summon the eyes
and hidden mouths
of stone and light and water
to testify against you.”
— Leonard Cohen
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Tanuri Ridge Beauty — Computer Art by kenne
A cactus blossom
greeting
early morning
walkers
as the sun rises
casting
long shadows
across
the Catalinas,
opening
not as a rose
lasting
for days
providing only
one brief moment
passing by
I share the
moment.
— kenne
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A Yellow Bird of Paradise Blossom — Image by kenne
Sunday morning
after a late night,
a time to relax
and listen to the dark
rhythmic sounds of
Avishai Cohen —
“There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”
Enjoy the grove as you
drift into solitude.
— kenne
