Image by kenne
A desert sentinel atop a desert giant—
cactus wren and saguaro share the morning.
The artistic background softens the edges of the world,
leaving only the essentials: bird, cactus, sky, and wonder.
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Desert Sentinel Atop A Desert Giant Leave a comment
Saguaro Morning In Colored Pencil Leave a comment
Saguaro Morning In Colored Pencil — Image by kenne
The mountains hold the background in cool blues and violets,
while the sunrise burns softly at their edges.
In the foreground, the saguaros stand rooted and calm,
their forms rendered in layered greens and ochres.
The whole image feels suspended
between night and day—
between observation
and memory.
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They’ll Call It Indecent Leave a comment
Nude On the Deck — Sketch Art by kenne
there’s a strange relief
in having nothing left to hide behind—
no fabric excuses,
no polite disguises.
you feel the air touch everything,
like truth finally got tired of knocking
and kicked the damn door in.
they’ll call it indecent.
hell, they call everything real indecent.
— kenne
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Isle of the Sun — Photo-artistry by kenne
On the Isle of the Sun
the houses lean open—
not broken, not abandoned—
the doorways don’t close
just unwilling to keep anything in.
Each window
leans forward,
hungry for light,
for the shimmer of the lake
breathing sky back into itself.
I stand in one threshold
and feel the old stories
press through my ribs.
I walk through a room
and the sun walks with me—
no permission asked.
And still—
the openings remain,
wide, insistent,
as if to say:
nothing we love
was ever meant
to stay contained.
And the lake—
always the lake—
keeps answering
with a brightness
that does not belong to me
but enters anyway.
— kenne
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Cocklebur Art 3 comments
Cocklebur Art by kenne
In the wide austerity of the Sonoran Desert
even weeds should have some dignity.
But cockleburs—
they cling, they crowd, they conquer
without grace.
I admire their tenacity,
then curse it,
then carefully walk by.
— kenne
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Caterpiller — Zerene Cesonia 3 comments
Zerene Cesonia Caterpillar — Photo-artistry by kenne
Morning in the desert garden:
a caterpillar clings to its stem,
eating with the steady rhythm
of breath itself.
Even the sun pauses—
as if it knows a butterfly
is practicing.
— kenne
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Yellow Disks Sketching Circles In The Air 2 comments
Sneezeweed in the Wind On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
A gust arrives
and the sneezeweed bows
all at once.
Someone might call this
wildflower behavior.
But from where I’m standing
it looks suspiciously like art—
yellow disks
sketching circles in the air
while the wind
keeps erasing the drawing.
— kenne
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Birdbird In Flight 2 comments
Bluebird in Flight Abstract by kenne
the bluebird
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there,I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
ants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep…
do you?
— Charles Bukowski
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Mushroom Art 2 comments
Mushroom Art — Image by kenne
On dead wood
color breaks open:
spores, brushstrokes, breath.
The forest practices
its oldest craft—reuse.
— kenne
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Intuition Enjoys Life and Its Challenges Leave a comment
Female Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Whenever we need
to make a very important decision
it is best to trust our instincts,
because reason usually tries to
remove us from our dream,
saying that the time is not yet right.
Reason is afraid of defeat,
but intuition enjoys life and its challenges.
— Paulo Coelho
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Remembering How To Endure Leave a comment
Cold trail at night—
even the stones remember
how to endure.
— kenne
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Nets and Floaters On The Dock Leave a comment
Nets and Floaters On the Dock (Juneau, Alaska) — Image by kenne
Floaters on the Dock
Orange floaters knocking
like monk’s bells
in a tide-slow chant.
Nets coiled—
a bright tangle
of the year’s labor.
The net knows this—
every line holding
a memory of the deep.
A quiet holiness
in stacked gear,
boots drying,
the diesel tang of the day.
I sit on an overturned bucket
and breathe.
Even here,
the tide pulls a little.
— kenne
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Backlot props — Image by kenne
I wander the dusty backlot of Old Tucson
where a broken wagon wheel leans
against a wall the color of old adobe.
A sign reads Props, but really,
who can tell?
Everything here looks equally retired—
the wooden crates, the tin stars,
the barrel with no bottom.
I stand there wondering
if this is what happens to a life too:
all our moments stored behind a door
labeled with someone else’s handwriting.
— kenne
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Sandhill Cranes 3 comments
Sandhill Cranes at Waterwater Drew — Image by kenne
The cranes croak and rattle in the dawn
like rusty hinges on the world’s back door.
I like their honesty—
no pretense, no apology.
Just hunger, cold feet, long flight,
and the ancient duty of returning.
The desert approves.
So do I.
— kenne
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Self Portrait 1 comment
Photo-artistry by kenne
There is a thin, vibrating line
between breaking and becoming.
Every life presses against it.
In the quiet,
you can feel your own edges—
the places where you diminish,
the places where you bloom.
Fragility is the instrument,
transformation the music,
survival the performance
no one applauds
yet everyone enacts.
— kenne
