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Shuttered Blue Window   Leave a comment

Cactus & Shutter (1 of 1)-2-art-Edit-1-72Shuttered Blue Window (Tucson, Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am.

I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun.

I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process —

an integral function of the universe.”

― R. Buckminster Fuller

Bird In The Tree   3 comments

Luke --2 framed painting“Bird In The Tree” (Phainopepla, Sabino Canyon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Insight is not a light bulb that goes off inside our heads.

It is a flickering candle that can easily be snuffed out.

— Malcolm Gladwell

Sunsets   1 comment

Red Sunset-Edit-2-72Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sunsets

There are sunsets that whisper a good-by.
There is a short dusk and a way for stars.
Prairie and sea rim they go level and even
And the sleep is easy.

There are sunsets that dance good-by.
They fling scarves half to the arc,
To the arc then and over the arc.
Ribbons at the ears, sashes at the hips,
Dancing, dancing good-by. And here sleep
Tosses a little with dreams.

— Carl Sandburg

Sabino Canyon: View From Blackett’s Ridge   3 comments

Blacketts Ridge March 2011Sabino Canyon: View From Blackett’s Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Mexican Fritillary Butterfly   5 comments

Box Springs TrailMexican Fritillary Butterfly On Mahogany Milkweed — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Birdfeeder   Leave a comment

Birdfeeder-art-72Birdfeeder — Photo-Artistry by kenne

If you don’t like something, change it.

If you can’t change it, change your attitude.

— Maya Angelou

The Ultimate Human Freedom . . .   Leave a comment

Huntington (1 of 1)-3_edit-Edit-1-B&W-72-2“Japanese Garden” (The Huntington, San Marino, California) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Every human has four endowments —
self-awareness,
conscience,
independent will,
and creative imagination.

These give us the ultimate human freedom…
The power to choose, to respond, to change.

— Stephen Covey

Ken & Mary’s Blues Project — A Flashback   Leave a comment

Ken & Mary's Blues Project-72Ken & Mary’s Blues Project (11/16/09) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

He Plays To His Shadow   2 comments

Tombstone & Bisbee May 18 2012He Plays To His Shadow (Afternoon Drinks On the Copper Queen Saloon Balcony)
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

On A Bisbee Afternoon

he plays to his shadow
devotedly on his violin
nobody listens
love torturing itself
to rise above conversations
lost in discontent
limits of self-expression
a saloon window reflection

there is no tragedy
on the Queen’s saloon balcony
the smell of lavender
lingers from the ghosts
of the hotel whores
who are not indifferent
listening to classical strings
becoming a delightful moan

— kenne

Greater Roadrunner — Listen!   1 comment

Greater Roadrunner-Edit-1-art-Edit-1-72Greater Roadrunner Photo-Artistry by kenne

Listen!
The gravel verge bears a walker:
I hear chewing of shredded wheat.
Listen!
Birds call from dawn to sundown:
tedious mourning dove blues, 
cactus wren’s grinding starter,
darting quail high notes: Uh-huh-Uh huh,
Hey-you! alert – the thrasher arrives.
Listen!
Our homes hum tones tiny to tremendous; 
stretched and still in darkness,
I seek their source, finding some
in the pestling of brain, bones, molars.
Listen!
Attending too, to unfulfilled utterances:
hesitations, head dips, hand flutters,
the staccato of unsettled eyes and breath:
these voiceless notes of soul speak
of love or loss or the deep water strokes
of living without answers. 
Listen!
 
Listen! poem (c)2020 Deborah Chappa
(Used by Permission)

Old Man And The Sea   4 comments

Tom Get the Picture sunset III-Edit-1-art-72Old Man And The Sea — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back

from a long way away. Then he smiled.”

― from The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway, 

Two-Windows   1 comment

Tucson Folk Festival 2013Two-Windows (Tucson Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Go, go, go, said the bird: humankind

Cannot bear very much reality.

Time past and time future

What might have been and what has been

Point to one end, which is always present.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

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