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Rainy Morning In The Canyon   Leave a comment

Rainy Morning in Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

          Rain
          Sybilline heiress

     Droplight
     Lightning water

          air prison
          heart sugarcane

     Song crystal
     word song

          a promise
          a lie

     in drops of sand
     hidden.

— Lucha Corpi

Feeling High   Leave a comment

Purple Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

About the time

I’m feeling high

I start acting funny

But don’t know why

 

Today becomes the day after today

Or is it the end of time

Only to be floating in

An ocean of deathless life

  

Feeling gratitude for God’s gift

Awaking the soul

Becoming void as I was

When I was not yet

  

“Turn from gazing after.”

To kiss the sky

Devoid of all

Foreign images

 

Only to be

Born again

From inside the outside

Looking in

 

Jimi had a spell

On his brain

Purple in color

Inspired by a Haze

 

Deluded by doubt

“Am I happy or in misery?”

To be answered not in the words

But the color of the font

— kenne

Katelyn Is Seventeen Today   Leave a comment

Katelyn Turner (03/15/14) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Eyes Tell You

Little girls have a mysterious power,

But not all can feel it – when she does,

You can see it in her eyes.

As she matures, she’s driven

To climb the tower of perfection,

Always resisting her indifference.

Her enigmatic power is needed

To stir the artist inside,

To triumph over the unenlightened.

In her way, she will find something new,

Something never before encountered

Placing art in a world void of feeling.

Inventive, she will act,

Sometimes seeking out failure

To turn it into a triumph.

Once her power is transformed

By the magical virtue of art,

Loving and understanding become simpler.

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Now that they return home, I ponder —

Children and grandchildren 

are the beautiful mysteries 

that drive our emotions 

stirring each moment we share, 

not knowing if the same emotions 

transcend each communication in the moment,

ending in emotional question marks.

— kenne (07/07/14)

 

 

Kenne David, Katelyn and Kenne (07/06/14)

Southern Dogface Butterfly Art   Leave a comment

Southern Dogface — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Therefore am I still
     A lover of the meadows and the woods,
     And mountains; and of all that we behold
     From this green earth; of all the mighty world
     Of eye and ear, — both what they half-create,
     And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
     In nature and the language of the sense,
     The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
     The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
     Of all my moral being.

— from Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour by William Wordsworth 

 

Smoke and Haze   Leave a comment

Smoke and Haze — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We hike the park trails

Maintaining social distance

Oh, yes, wearing masks.

— kenne

Red-Top Mushroom Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Red-Top Mushroom — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.”

—  Ralph Waldo Emerson

A Clear Midnight   2 comments

A Full Moon Night In The Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A Clear Midnight

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

— Walt Whitman

The Tucson Mountains — Truth Never Dies   2 comments

Tucson Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Truth Never Dies

Truth never dies. The ages come and go.
    The mountains wear away, the stars retire.
Destruction lays earth’s mighty cities low;
    And empires, states and dynasties expire;
But caught and handed onward by the wise,
    Truth never dies.

Though unreceived and scoffed at through the years,
    Though made the butt of ridicule and jest,
Though held aloft for mockery and jeers,
    Denied by those of transient power possessed,
Insulted by the insolence of lies,
    Truth never dies.

It answers not. It does not take offense,
    But with a mighty silence bides its time.
As some great cliff that braves the elements
    And lifts through all the storms its head sublime,
It ever stands, uplifted by the wise,
    And never dies.

As rests the Sphinx amid Egyptian sands;
    As looms on high the snowy peak and crest;
As firm and patient as Gibraltar stands,
    So truth, unwearied, waits the era blest
When men shall turn to it with great surprise.
    Truth never dies.

— Anonymous

Grunge Wildflower Art   2 comments

Lanceleaf Goldeneye — Grunge Art by kenne

Persevere

The fisher who draws in his net too soon,
Won’t have any fish to sell;
The child who shuts up his book too soon,
Won’t learn any lessons well.

If you would have your learning stay,
Be patient – don’t learn too fast;
The man who travels a mile each day,
May get round the world at last.

— from the Children’s Book of Virtues

Tree By The Tanque Verde Wash   2 comments

Tree by the Tanque Verde Wash — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Whatever you hold in your mind will tend to occur in your life.
If you continue to believe as you have always believed,
you will continue to act as you have always acted.
If you continue to act as you have always acted,
you will continue to receive what you have always received.
If you want different results in your life or your work,
all you have to do is change your mind.”

— Unknown

Hummingbird Art   2 comments

Hummingbird Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The two worst tactical errors you can make
are acting too early
and allowing an opportunity to slip by.”

— Paulo Coelho

 

The Cover Of My Body   1 comment

Relaxing After A Hike — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

“Ginger and Sorrow”

My skin is the cover of my body.
It keeps me bound to my surroundings.
It is the leather over my spine.
It is the silk over the corneas of my eyes.
Where I am hairless, at the lips and groin,
there is pinkness and vulnerability.
Despite a protective covering of horny skin,
there is no such problem with my fingers,
whose ridges and grooves are so gratifying
to both the lover and the criminologist.
I think perhaps the entire history
of me is here—viper of memory,
stab of regret, red light of oblivion.
Hell would be living without them.

— Henri Cole

 

Lemmon Rock Lookout   2 comments

Lemmon Rock Lookout — Photo-Artistry by kenne

There’s a lookout on a rock
That’s called, Lemmon Rock.

Placed on the side of Mt. Lemmon
Where a ranger with his dog

Watch over the Catalina’s.
Listening to echoes of liance.

Fires have come close
But never close for cause 

To abandoned the watch
Tracking the forest’s future

Thinking about a poem
They will never write.

— kenne

 

Bur Marigold Wildflower   Leave a comment

Bur Marigold Wildflower (Bidens aurea) Blooms in September and October
in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Considered the most spectacular of the genus Bidens,
the Bur marigold is not a very common plant.
“Bidens” means “having two teeth,” which references
the hairlike appendages on the fruits.
A deciduous perennial forb.

— Frank S. Rose

The Path To Han-shan’s Place   2 comments

Pusch Ridge Wilderness, Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The path to Han-shan’s place is laughable,
A path, but no sign of cart or horse.
Converging gorges – hard to trace their twists
Jumbled cliffs – unbelievably rugged.
A thousand grasses bend with dew,
A hill of pines hums in the wind.
And now I’ve lost the shortcut home,
Body asking shadow, how do you keep up?

— Han-shan

 

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