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Life In These Times   Leave a comment

Rose Sunset kennePhoto-Artistry by kenne

“Nothing is important but Life. … things given full play,

or at least, they may be given full play,

when we realize that life itself,

and not inert safety, is the reason for living.”

— D. H. Lawrence 

24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home — #1   Leave a comment

Lummi & MCLACThomas R. Turner (May 23, 1942–November 13, 2014) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

This posting is the first of several I will be sharing from a long poem written by Tom
sometime around 1980 after his wife left him. Today is the fifth anniversary of his death.

24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home
(Taken from a Brooklyn Bus Route and the Title of a Blues Album.)

Standing above me in Smith's room 
Awkwardly looking down through a clipped hesitancy 
Our lives came together. 
TURNER 
With all the ambiguity that last name usage implies 
Was what she called me. 
Mannerisms of ingenuousness and a tendency toward the atypical 
Bespoke your ambiance  
                                     (Ineffably I wanted Her) 

That voice - 
Falsetto 
Laced in bursts of Peter's guffaws 
Seemed contrived with a dreamed-of authenticity.  

                                      (Your mouth, my love,the
                                       thistle in the kiss?) 

From within mutually cancelling 
Vignettes of naturalness and gender-cliche' 
She kissed through closed lips of 
Pristine openness. 
Innocently I loved. 

Through summer notes of vulnerability 
Together we embraced an entangled growth of uncertainty  

                                       (Our fictions were tempered in
                                        a painful and inward time) 

Desperate needs equivocated against ordained directions and 
Dead-end holdings of night-bakery-work. 
Even then yours wasn't other-directed but 
A need to keep the Self-absorption of your Ann Arbor soul on a 
Pedastal of conforming difference. 
Eliptically we lived in the interstices 
Between an illusion of  
Fulfillment and letters etched with 
"Know what?"

 

She Knows   Leave a comment

kennejoy2001-8-art-Edit-1-72Joy and Kenne — Photo-Artistry by kenne

get up
cover it
no prescription
will change
with time
think not
ask her
she knows

— kenne

Posted October 17, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Joy, Life, Love, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

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Cooper’s Hawk and Prey   1 comment

March 2019Cooper’s Hawk and Prey — Image by kenne

Returning from a morning walk my eye caught a Cooper’s Hawk flying into a nearby Mesquite tree. After closer observation, I could see the hawk had captured a mourning dove. Since the tree was near my house, I quickly grabbed my camera and began shooting. 

Predator and prey
Each seeking to win the chase
A daily event.

— kenne

 

Mountain Marigold — Photo-Artistry   2 comments

Mountain Marigold-art-blog-IIMountain 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

Father and Sons — A Life Teaching Moment   2 comments

Sabino Creek - father & sons (1 of 1)art blogFather and Sons In Sabino Creek — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A life teaching moment.

Try On Your Lens of Celebration   1 comment

poudre-river-wildflowers-1-of-1-14-blogMy daughter Kate and grandson Kenne Jaxon — Image by kenne

Each week I get an image, like a postcard from Dewitt Jones. His images are inspiring, and his voice is my voice. So, I share his TEDx with you — enjoy. — kenne

Estste Sale   Leave a comment

Estate Sale blogEstate Sale In Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne

This morning’s jog in the neighborhood was different,
actually dangerous because of all the cars drove by
the estate sale vultures wanting to be first in line.

Disclaimer: I don’t go to flea-markets, antique shops,
garage sales or estate sales, if I can help it, so I jogged
on by as people stood in line before the opening time.

Circling on around, I caught up with Joy who,
out of curiosity had stopped by the sale now depressed
by the image of someone’s life now with a price-tag.

She got my attention when she said the sale
included a lot of cameras and equipment,
so against my better judgment, I went in.

There laid out on display as if it were a camera
funeral home, the photography life of someone
whose emotional being was now a part of me.

At the moment, I decided to not let my photography life 
be on display for those seeking a bargain on something
that would never again have the value it has for me.

— kenne

A Cloudy, Very Breezy Morning At Puerto Peñasco, Sonora   Leave a comment

Beach at Rocky Point blogThe beach along the northern edge of the Sea of Cortez (February 12, 2018) — Panorama by kenne

The sun has dissolved
behind the clouds 
as the wind 
stirs up the sand
and chills the spirit.

We have just arrived
yet it seems
like time to go.
There will be time
tomorrow to watch
morning come,
listening to the
song of sunrise.

— kenne

 

Drought Resistant   Leave a comment

Bird Feeder Kenne on DeckImage by kenne

Drought Resistant

Tomorrow early, I will go to the canyon
and take photos of the fall colors,
but today I am staying home

trying to stay warm without a fire
in the fireplace watching the birds
gathering at the feeder.

Last night I could hear a few raindrops
landing on the skylight knowing that
it won’t last, and it didn’t — this is the desert.

I am amazed how long desert plants
can survive without water, but then
that’s why they are called drought resistant.

— kenne

Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly Art   2 comments

Two-tailed Swallowtail-0489-2_art blog

Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly Grunge Art by kenne

Do not go gentle into that good night
but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

— Dylan Thomas

 

Yellow Flower — Creating a New Consciousness   Leave a comment

Balboa Park Flowers-1973 blog“Yellow Flower in Circles and Squares” — Image by kenne

Sometimes to appreciate beauty
it must be taken out of context
to capture a new perspective
based on my love of nature, sex
and life in a new consciousness
for the flower is neither
a subject nor an object
apart from being a flower.

— kenne

 

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