Archive for the ‘Old Pueblo’ Category
Shuttered Blue Window (Tucson, Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am.
I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun.
I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process —
an integral function of the universe.”
― R. Buckminster Fuller
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El Rapido Wall Poster — Image by kenne
Mexico
I parted
like a note divided
in search of itself.
I looked
in the colors of night
for day’s shadows.
I hunted
rivers lights
in old dreams.
Double essence so closely bound
tightrope of my natural order.
Mexico.
Sometimes I think of you
on afternoons like this
An old distress comes over me.
Serch for paths of earth
at the edge of the depth.
On warm banks
blue-feathered herons
cultivate red pearls.
There is no time for weeping
if you are to live in me.
Memories were never
the liquid measure of love.
— Lucha Corpi
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Tucson Folk Festival — Image by kenne
Spring folk festival
Americana music
In the Old Pueblo.
— kenne
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Desert Abstract — Computer Art by kenne
“I am so far from being a pessimist…
on the contrary, in spite of my scars,
I am tickled to death at life.”
― Eugene O’Neill
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Old Pueblo Christmas — Computer Art by kenne
Enhancing the color
of Sonoran Desert scenes
is not necessary,
but something I can’t resist —
not that it’s better,
it’s just mine!
— kenne
MERRY CHRISTMAS —
PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL!
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Jazz at the Old Pueblo — Image by kenne
“Do you hear a sound?
That sound isn’t promising anything
or proving anything
or explaining
or excusing anything
or meaning anything
or, pardon me for speaking rankly—
selling or buying anything.
Truth doesn’t sell or buy: truth sings.
I hear singing.”
— E. E. Cummings
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