Prickly Pear Cactus — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Winter hangs on
in the cold air
hugging its
bare bones.
— kenne
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Snow On Prickly Pear Cactus Leave a comment
Winter hangs on
Undoing the Ocotillo 1 comment
Ocotillo Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
men are coming inland to you
soon they will make you the last resort
for tourists who have
nowhere else to go
what will become of the coyote
with eyes of topaz
moving silently to his undoing
the ocotillo
flagellant of the wind
the deer climbing with dignity
further into the mountains
what will become of those who cannot learn
the terrible knowledge of cities
— from “Requiem for Sonora” by Richard Shelton
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Death In The Desert 2 comments
Death In The Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Requien for Sonora”
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a small child of a wind
stumbles toward me down the arroyo
lost and carrying no light
tearing its sleeves
on thorns of the palo verde
talking to itself
and to the dark shapes it touches
searching for what it has not lost
and will never find
searching
and lonelier
than even I can imagine
the moon sleeps
with her head on the buttocks of a young hill
and you lie before me
under moonlight as if under water
oh my desert
the coolness of your face
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men are coming inland to you
soon they will make you the last resort
for tourists who have
nowhere else to go
what will become of the coyote
with eyes of topaz
moving silently to his undoing
the ocotillo
flagellant of the wind
the deer climbing with dignity
further into the mountains
the huge delicate saguaro
what will become of those who cannot learn
the terrible knowledge of cities
3
years ago I came to you as a stranger
and have never been worthy
to be called your lover or to speak your name
loveliest
most silent sanctuary
more fragile than forests
more beautiful than water
I am older and uglier
and full of the knowledge
that I do not belong to beauty
and beauty does not belong to me
I have learned to accept
whatever men choose to give me
or whatever they choose to withhold
but oh my desert
yours is the only death I cannot bear
— Richard Shelton
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Butterfly Art Leave a comment
Photo-Artistry by kenne
Mariposa
Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Time, Light, Photos, and Windmill — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Not a museum
Time, Light, Photos, and Windmill
It can feel like it.
— kenne
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A Rose Can Lift the Soul 1 comment
A Rose Can Lift the Soul — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Two days of gray skies
are not welcoming
when spring is near —
a rose can lift the soul.
— kenne
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Tucson Folk Festival (2013) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.”
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Sandhill Cranes 1 comment
Sandhill Cranes (Whitewater Draw) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Moving elegantly they
stand in shallow water
of the whitewater draw.
Their loud, trumpeting call
creating a cacophony of sound
inspiring to nearby birders.
These crimson-capped birds
with their dignified manner
appear in a stately procession.
— kenne
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Rodeo Time In Tucson Leave a comment
Rodeo Time In Tucson — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Inspiration 4 comments
“Inspiration” Stained Glass Art by kenne, of kenne
“It behooves any of us who would mediate on the subject of artistic inspiration to open the doors wide into the night
and welcome into the house the spirit of inhabitable awe.” — Edward Hirsch
What can be truer than the doctrine of Inspiration?
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Cooper’s Hawk Photo-Artistry 1 comment
Cooper’s Hawk — Photo-Artistry by kenne
And I say to any man or woman,
Let your soul stand cool and composed
Before a million universes.
— Walt Whitman
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Dragonfly Art 3 comments
Dragonfly Art — Image by kenne
He stands at the top
Just waiting for the moment
To leave in the wind.
— kenne
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My Heart Leaps 4 comments
Joy Sketched– Art by kenne
My heart leaps up
when my eyes
gaze on her face.
— kenne
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Art Is A Way Of Making A Life 2 comments
Arizona Fleabane — Image by kenne
“I am very interested in the behavior of art rather than the achievement of art.
I see all the arts as apprenticeships for the big art of our lives.”
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Roadrunner Art 2 comments
Roadrunner Art by kenne
In the depth of winter,
I finally learned that within me,
there lay an invincible summer.
— Albert Camus
Becoming is Superior to Being 