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Bluebird of Happiness   1 comment

Bluebird-art-2-72“Bluebird of Happiness” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The bluebird of happiness 
is a poor man’s dream
consisting only of moments —
treasure each moment in your heart

— kenne

The Simple Truth   Leave a comment

12th Man-art-Edit-1-7212th Man — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Some things
you know all your life. They are so simple and
   true
they must be said without elegance, meter and
   rhyme,
they must be laid on the table beside the
   salt-shaker,
the glass of water, the absence of light gathering
in the shadows of picture frames, they must be
naked and alone, they must stand for
   themselves.

— from the poem, The Simple Truth by Philip Levine

Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Cutleaf Evening Primrose-Edit-3-art-Edit-1-72Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“There are philosophies as varied as the flowers of the field,
and some of them weeds and a few of them poisonous weeds.”

— G. K. Chesterton

Bear Canyon Trail — Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Seven Falls Trail Saguaro Sun-art-72.jpgBear Canyon Trail — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I sometimes choose to think that man is a dream,
thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun
. . . belief? What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In 
rock. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock.
I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers,  eagles, storms,
drums, flutes, banjos and broom-tailed horses.

— Edward Abbey, A Voice Crying In The Wilderness

 

Natural Bridge Trail Panorama   1 comment

Natural Bridge Trail Panorama-2-art-72Natural Bridge Trail Panorama ( Capitol Reef National Park) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit,

and as vital to our lives as water and good bread.

— Edward Abbey

Decatur Street — French Quarter   2 comments

New Orleans 2007DecaturStreet VIII 246 blog-Edit-1-art.jpgDecatur Street — French Quarter (2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Devil Wears French

In the diary of a sinner
there be a Toussaint 
tainted with well too many overturesA colorful creole crayon
sashaying in a coupé de ville
Often times
snaking in wait at the nice bars
and gardens that belong to Eden

The women there be easy on the Jesus
Gumbo Genevieves smiling pretty
with their crests fallen like moon Indigo
and open to almost anything
especially a charmed tongue

Mon Chéri 
it only cost a quarter for that French

Boyhood days in Eve’s bayou spent on 
Bourbon street
becoming fluent in the devil’s language

A pig’s latin
the words  tend to caress

Mon Chéri…
It only cost a quarter for that French

— Benjamin Welch

Cactus Blossom Pop Art   Leave a comment

Cactus Flowers 06-19-16 (1 of 1) Art blog.jpgCactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

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