Painted Lady Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Painted Lady Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Painted Lady Photo-Artistry by kenne
“An anaesthetic is a poet-killer.”
— Lewis Hyde
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Another Painted Lady — Image by kenne
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Painted Lady Butterfly — Image by kenne
I gently rub
my beard
in deep thought
distracted only
by an occasional
butterfly
passing by
in the middle
of the day.
I savor
the moment
rubbing
white whiskers
navigating through
mind droppings
reaching out
to catch
a falling star.
The desert sky
bluer than the
bluest of blues
a backdrop to
sun-scalded red
creating visuals
turning to words
honed by the soul
itching to be scratched.
— kenne
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Painted Lady — Image by kenne
The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough.
— Rabindranath Tagore
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A Peace Image for This Peaceful Sunday — kenne
Peace cannot be kept by force;
it can only be achieved by understanding.
— Albert Einstein
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Painted Lady — Zen Art by kenne
“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly,
fluttering hither and thither,
to all intents and purposes a butterfly.
I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly,
unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked,
and there I was, veritably myself again.
Now I do not know whether I was then
a man dreaming I was a butterfly,
or whether I am now a butterfly,
dreaming I am a man.”
— Zhuangzi
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Lavender, Blue and Yellow — Image by kenne
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Painted Lady Butterfly Computer Painting 1 comment
Painted Lady Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I love photographing flowers,
except when it’s windy.
Photographing butterflies
can be frustrating —
they keep moving whether
or not, the wind is blowing.
Once I have the photograph
I can say things painting
in colors and layers
I can’t say with words.
— kenne
