Jackson Square Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Over the last forty years, Joy and I have spent many days in one of our favorite cities, New Orleans.
In this image, she looks away because she is not feeling well, so we stop for a bite to eat.
Looking back on this moment, it was probably not the best time for me to photograph her.
— kenne
Bourbon Street, Early Morning Hangover — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Yesterdays, New Orleans December 2007 — Collage by kenne
— kenne
Tucson, San Antonio, and New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne
"And hear the sounds he knew of yore, Old shufflings on the sanded floor, Old knuckles tapping at the door? "Yet still before him as he flies One pallid form shall ever rise, And, bodying forth in glassy eyes "The vision of a vanished good, Low peering through the tangled wood, Shall freeze the current of his blood."
-- from The Three Voices by lewis Carroll
Rainy Night In New Orleans (12/26/07) — Image by kenne
— Ivan Illich
In December of 2007 I took this picture of a building on Decatur Street in New Orleans.
Over the years I have created several photo-art pieces from the original image. Here are just a few.
— kenne
Royale Street in New Orleans (December 2014) — Image by kenne
For years, after celebrating Christmas with family and friends,
Joy and I would go to one of our favorite ‘getaways,’ New Orleans.
Big Easy dreaming
Strolling through the French Quarter
Existential being.
— kenne
A New Orleans Moment (12/27/14) — Image by kenne
— Bob Dylan
New Orleans Corner Store Window Display (October 6, 2001) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Moon
— Abi Mott
New Orleans Street Band at Toulouse & Royale (03/10/04) — Photos by kenne
— kenne
Street Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
messages on the wall
what you read
may not be
what you see
messages left behind
by those having
something to say
in pictures or words
messages of anger
messages of love
messages to the world
never pointless
sometimes
I think
sometimes
I don’t
I got the words
I got the pictures
I got the messages
I got the blame
soon to be
torn down, or
painted over
by censors
tomorrow new thoughts
will create new messages
rescue me before I
fall into despair
— kenne
A Jackson Square Morning — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Kenne & Joy In New Orleans (12/26/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Decatur Street, New Orleans (12/26/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Heart Within A Heart
Foggy Morning On The Square (Jackson Square) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
A Teacher’s Teacher: Ellis Marsalis (November 14, 1934, April 1, 2020) Image Source: Chicago Tribune
All of us reach an age when it seems like every day someone of our generation dies, even more now with the COVID-19 pandemic. Sadly, on April 1, a giant in education and jazz became one of the numbers in the current pandemic.
In the 1980s, Ellis Marsalis, with his sons, became the fresh new face to a resurgence of jazz in the last decades of the 20th century. “My dad was a giant of a musician and teacher, but an even greater father,” Branford Marsalis said in a statement. “He poured everything he had into making us the best of what we could be.”
Ellis Marsalis had a light and graceful touch at the piano, allowing his enter fellings to pour out like a gentle flowing mountain stream. He had held a weekly gig for decades at Snug Harbor, one of New Orleans’s premier jazz clubs, before giving it up in December.
The New Times critic, wrote: “Sticking mainly to the middle register of the keyboard, the pianist offered richly harmonized arrangements in which fancy keyboard work was kept to a minimum and studious melodic invention, rather than pronounced bass patterns, determined the structures and tempos.”
One of my favorite Cole Porter songs done superbly by Ellis and his son Branford.
Becoming is Superior to Being 