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All Souls Day   1 comment

Procession (1 of 1)-8-Edit-art-2-72All Souls Day (Tucson’s All Souls Procession) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Everybody dies instantly. It’s the only way you can die.
You’re alive, you’re alive, you’re alive, then you’re dead.”

— Steven Wright

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors, A Gift From The Mountain Gods   1 comment

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors, A Gift From The Mountain Gods
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

Autumn Song   

Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse’s flowers will not last;
Nurses to the graves are gone,
And the prams go rolling on.

Whispering neighbours, left and right,
Pluck us from the real delight;
And the active hands must freeze
Lonely on the separate knees.

Dead in hundreds at the back
Follow wooden in our track,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.

Starving through the leafless wood
Trolls run scolding for their food;
And the nightingale is dumb,
And the angel will not come.

Cold, impossible, ahead
Lifts the mountain’s lovely head
Whose white waterfall could bless
Travellers in their last distress.

— W. H. Auden

 

Another Take On A Old Image   Leave a comment

Fall Leaves Art-II-2-72Another Take On A Old Image — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Nature is not evil. The world occasionally shrugs its shoulders,
and people get knocked off.
The earth, for geological reasons that
are well known,
is a fairly risky place to live. To be evil,
you have to have intent.
Any remarkable natural happening
in which no human will is employed
cannot be regarded as evil.

— Simon Winchester

Boy In Church Window   1 comment

Boy In Window (1 of 1)-2-72Boy In Church Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Boy in church window
Occupied in childhood things
Adults pray to God.

— kenne

Evening Solitude   Leave a comment

Patio August 2010Evening Solitude — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Only that which does not teach,
Which does not cry out,
Which does not persuade,
Which does not condescend,
Which does not explain,
Is irresistible.

— W. B. Yeats

The Path To His Mountain Place   1 comment

Green Mountain Trail 9-art-72-II.jpgThe Path to His Mountain Place — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The path to Han-shan’s place is laughable,
A path, but no sign of cart or horse.
Converging gorges — hard to trace the twists
Jumbled cliffs — unbelievably rugged.
A thousand grasses bend with dew,
A hill of pines hums in the wind.
And now I’ve lost the shortcut home,
Body asking shadow, how do you keep up?

— Gary Snyder

Mission San José de Tumacácori Mission   Leave a comment

Tumacacori National Historical Park-art-72.jpgMission San José de Tumacácori — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“People constantly change their story…
we are writing fictitious versions of our lives all the time,
contradictory but mutually entangling stories that,
however subtly or grossly falsified, constitute our hold on reality
and are the closest thing we have to truth.”

— from Counterlife by Philip Roth

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