“Desert Scene” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The sky above, the mud below
The wind and rain, the sleet and snow
Two horse thieves from Mexico
Drinkin’ hard and singin'”
— from “The Sky Above, The Mud Below” by Tom Russell
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Desert Scene Painting Leave a comment
Wild Cotton Photo-Artistry Leave a comment
Wild Cotton Photo-Artistry by kenne (Sabino Canyon Oct. 1, 2012)
I have learned silence from the talkative,
toleration from the intolerant,
and kindness from the unkind;
yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
— Khalil Gibran
Autumn Leaves 1 comment
Autumn Leaves — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Autumn Song
BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
Out On A Limb 2 comments
“I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part of God.”
— Ralph Waldo EmersonMountain Marigold — Photo-Artistry 2 comments
Mountain Marigold on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
— Norman Cousins
Arizona Wild Cotton — Still-Life Painting Leave a comment
Arizona Wild Cotton — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A wildlife still-life
Coupled up on the plants’ leaves
Wild cotton blossom.
— kenne
“Dreams Are The Seedlings Of Realities.” 3 comments
Amanita Muscaria Mushrooms — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The greatest achievement was
at first and for a time a dream.
The oaks sleeps in the acorn;
the bird waits in the egg;
and in the highest vision
of the soul a waking angel stirs.
Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
— James Allen
