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Been Here Before — A Valentine Message   Leave a comment

joy45sawmill-i_blog-cohenAfternoon Delight — Image by kenne

I’ve been here before
known this place
walked this floor

lived here alone
before, I knew you.

You became my 
photographic muse
an afternoon delight
laying on a bed of red
shadows of natural light.

Blue, blue windows
opened to the sky
clouds move by
casting moments
to dream by.

Morning would come
roosters crowing
at the break of dawn
sheets still damp
moments to live by.

Imagine yesterday’s
times we’ve shared
becoming memories
fueling our tomorrows
filled with timeless love.

Now, everyone can see
you belong to me
knowing it’s so
hard to love, still
we share the look
of satisfaction.

— kenne
(With thanks to Leonard Cohn.)

The Perfect Trilogy — Blues, Beer, And Tits   Leave a comment

Gene @ Drafter'sLady Bikers at an Ice House in East Texas in a “Show Us Your Tits” Contest — Computer Art by kenne

The Perfect Trilogy

On a hot Sunday 
we ride a twisting
two-lane highway to
a Texas Ice House
Near Cut & Shoot
where the beer
and blues music
releases bikers
inner desires
listening to 
“My Baby Don’t
Wear No Panties”
fueled by women
showing their tits —
blues, beer, and tits,
the perfect trilogy.

— kenne

TOGETHER   Leave a comment

Ocotillo (1 of 1) art 2 blog“Together” — Image by kenne

TOGETHER

Time after time, I picture you,
Red lipstick, a touch of rough.

One drink of wine, wanting more,
What you’re suppose to.

Get down – walk on your lips,
See my guarantee.

Every night about this time,
Having a reason to live.

Once inside,
Thank you baby.

How sweet it is,
Looking for my Mojo,

Early in the morning,
About the break of day.

Red roster says,
Cock-a-doodle-do!

— kenne

Capturing The Moment — Past Shadows   5 comments

joy45sawmill-i-2008-2014Past Shadows — Image by kenne

When viewing an image,
whether a photograph,
painting or a moment,
what I see is mine
and mine alone.

The resulting image 
is a product
of my experiences,
filtered through the cloth
of my culture. 

It is also a reflection
of my relationships
and the drive
to connect with
the world around me.

Each image
is captured
in my memory,

which will serve
to influence future images.

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When looking at you
You look at me watching you,
Each viewed differently.

Nights spent together
Now are only memories
Lying next to you.

Cameras record
So that we will not forget,
Lessening burdens.

— kenne

WELCOME LADY RIDERS   2 comments

Boogie Down 10-7-07  320 blog framedWelcome Lady Rider — Image by kenne

 WELCOME LADY RIDER

A sign at the biker bar —

Welcome lady riders

You’re great for the show,

So, show us your tits.

  — kenne

 

Capturing The Moment — “Bareass” Image #9   Leave a comment

Bare Ass Framed blog“Bareass” — Image #9″ by kenne

“The more horrifying the world becomes, the more art becomes abstract.”
– Paul Klee

 Abstraction is real, probably more real than nature. I prefer to see with closed eyes.” 
– Josef Albers

kenne

View From The Box Camp Trail On Mt. Lemmon   4 comments

Box Camp Trail 06-28-13View of Tucson from the Box Camp Trail on Mt. Lemmon (Click here to see more hiking the Box Camp Trail photos.)  — Images by kenne

Box Springs Trail

The ground we walk on,
the plants and creatures,
the clouds above
constantly dissolving
into new formations –
each gift of nature
possessing its own
radiant energy,
bound together by
cosmic harmony.

— Ruth Bernhard

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