Cactus Wren On a Dead Limb — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Feel The Sun 2 comments
“Our Earthly seasons are a consequence not of our proximity to our star,
Sonoran Desert Wolfberry 2 comments
Sonoran Desert Wolfberry — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Brilliant green and red
Colors of the holidays
Painting the desert.
— kenne
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Wildflower Stages of Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility.
Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
— Robert Browning
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Near Hutch’s Pool in the Santa Catalina Mountains (11/18/11) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
For what is the moon, that it haunts us,
this impudent companion immigrated
from the system’s less fortunate margins,
the realm of dust collected in orbs?
— from the poem Half Moon, Small Cloud by John Updike
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Full Moon Over Double Bayou — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.”
– Carl Sandburg
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Mastro’s Ocean Club Gourmet Restaurant In The Shops at Crystals at Aria Resort and Casino — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Many are making love. Up above, the angels
in the unshaken ether and crystal of human longing
are braiding one another’s hair, which is strawberry blond
and the texture of cold rivers. They glance
down from time to time at the awkward ecstasy—
it must look to them like featherless birds
splashing in the spring puddle of a bed—
and then one woman, she is about to come,
peels back the man’s shut eyelids and says,
look at me, and he does.
— from Privilege of Being by Robert Hass
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Aria Resort and Casino, Las Vegas — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Dragonfly On Twisted Pair 1 comment
Dragonfly On Twisted Pair — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I’m the dragonfly rising on the wings
of unlocked dreams
on the verge of magical things.
— Aimee Stewart
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Sonoran Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.”
— Pablo Picasso
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Dramatic Storm Clouds In the Desert at Sunset (Tanuri Ridge) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
— W. B. Yeats
What’s the connection between the photo and the Yeats poem? None, other than they are both dramatic. — kenne
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Celestial Patio Sunset 1 comment
Celestial Patio Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Reflections are real
It’s reality that’s not
Artists make it real.
— kenne
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David Hidalgo, Los Lobos Guitarist — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Cortez the Killer
He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for a new world
A palace in the sun
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his cocoa leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
The secrets of the worlds
Oh, and his subjects gathered round him
Like leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see
And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on
With his galleons and guns
Looking for a new world
A palace in the sun
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his cocoa leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
The secrets of the worlds
Oh, and his subjects gathered round him
Like leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see
And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on
Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones
They carried them to the flat-lands
And they died along the way
They built up with their bare hands
What we still can’t build today
And I know she’s living there
And she loves me to this day
I can still remember when
Or how I lost my way
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones
They carried them to the flat-lands
And they died along the way
They built up with their bare hands
What we still can’t build today
And I know she’s living there
And she loves me to this day
I can still remember when
Or how I lost my way
Cortez, Cortez
He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Came dancing across the water
Came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
— Neil Young
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Cabin In The Woods (Mt. Lemmon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I wish I could escape to that cabin in the woods,
Where the trees have a face like no other.
And those trees play songs,
with the breeze sweeping through their branches.
I wish I could hear their songs.
Not just hear, but to actively listen
Because they fill their chords with notes of love.
I want their tunes to brush my ear
and their leaves to gently cover me from above.
The leaves that don’t crunch or wither or die.
The leaves are full of ever-increasing life.
When the fallen leaves have touched my skin
Chills cover my flesh and shoot me with a sensation.
I have been touched by this gracious life.
— from Cabin In The Woods by Little.Bird
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Leading the Way 3 comments
American Woman — Photo-Artistry by kenne
She is woman
Leading us through
Unknown challenges
If only we would follow.
— kenne
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Fall On The Mountain 1 comment
Mt. Lemmon Colors — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The closer you get to nature
the more your personal values
become your reason for living.
— kenne
