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Pipevine Swallowtail Abstract   Leave a comment

Pipevine Swallowtail Abstract — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual.
Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom. 
If one could but recall his vision by some sort of sign. It was in this hope that the arts were invented.
Sign-posts on the way to what may be. Sign-posts toward greater knowledge.”

— Robert Henri

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall   Leave a comment

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I saw her coming.
The version of myself I wanted to see,
I saw her in the corners of my eyes,
I felt her shouting at me from the future,
So loud I heard it through another dimension,
I felt her overwhelming confidence and
Clear sense of direction shaking the ground as I pass by her image
So much so that I forget about the past;
It melts away with her words, at her resurrection
As I make her come alive time after time,
My Alter Ego.
She lies within me and sometimes, if you look closely
You can see her within the cracks of my skin,
Beneath the fragments of my broken heart when,
Against all odds, I must find strength.

— from Alter Ego by Adrianna Franklin

Migrating Turkey Vultures   2 comments

Migrating Turkey Vultures Near The Tanque Verde Wash — Fine Marker Drawing by kenne

They arrive each spring

Hundreds resting overnight

Morning departure.

— kenne

Decatur Street   8 comments

In December of 2007 I took this picture of a building on Decatur Street in New Orleans.
Over the years I have created several photo-art pieces from the original image. Here are just a few.

— kenne

An Old Friend   2 comments

Visual Artist Malcolm Alexander (03/10/12) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“I reject the Puritanical notion that the body is ugly and must be hidden
in clothes to be acceptable. It is said that Rodin gave the body’s beauty
back to the artist. I have come to the recognition that all bodies are beautiful.
I’m only sorry that I’m part of a culture that has caused all women to be ashamed
of some part (if not all parts) of their bodies because they think it is not up to what
someone else dictates it should look like. I want to capture the creative,

sexual spirit that animates all of us. As we are all made in God’s image,
if we are ashamed of our bodies, we are ashamed of God.”

“When given a choice of elements and composition, you may think a laymen might
not know how to choose harmony and an artist would. But most people instinctively
choose the security of harmony. An artist will choose chaos so that one can bring a 
new order and harmony to it. Such has been my life.”

— Malcolm Alexander

 

Loma Alta and Coyote Wash Trails   Leave a comment

Straggling Saguaro — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The spring weather in the Sonoran Desert is alluring, with beautiful blue skies and temperatures in the upper 70s.
However, many drought-resistant plants are dying, very few if any wildflowers are blooming due to a troubling
draught in the Sonoran Desert. What makes the Sonoran Desert so diverse and beautiful are two rainy seasons,
summer monsoon storms and steady winter rains. The two seasons still exist, but half the normal amount of rain.

— kenne

Loma Alta and Coyote Wash Trails (March 19, 2021) — Photo Essay by kenne

 

 

Avalon Harbor   Leave a comment

Avalon Harbor, Catalina Island — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Avalon, Catalina Island   1 comment

Avalon, Catalina Island — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Santa Catalina Island

Island, I can see you – distant fine pearl.
We drop harbor anchor, music greets us.
Leis are given by a native grown girl.
We walk ocean street not using road’s bus.
Hostel makes us welcomed showing no fuss.
Time includes glass bottom boat and day’s swim.
We watch manta ray, intrusive old cuss,
thinking someone might soon try to spike him.
Aviary sanctuary, slope’s rim,
bison grazing, cycling city’s alleys,
total living, sharing life to stein’s brim.
So ” manana,” we will make more sallies.
We will charter boat and troll as Zane Grey,
catching huge fish, I can write book someday.

— Alfred Berggren

Saguaro Sunset   1 comment

Saguaro Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sun sets
many times

before saguaros
grow arms

tracing the sun
on its rounds

time denying
the memory

a clear
visual shape.

— kenne

An Evening of Music On The Patio   2 comments

An Evening of Music On The Patio– Photo-Artistry by kenne

All that we don’t know is astonishing.
Even more astonishing is what passes for knowing.

— Philip Roth

Shore Life   1 comment

Shore Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

The Desert Winds Are Blowing   2 comments

March 2021 Sunset Paintings — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The desert winds
are blowing
Dust in the air
A haze on the horizon 
Is it today, tomorrow  
Or the end of time?
 
I’m an old man taking
A look at my life 
At seasons through eyes
Still chasing the rabbit
So I will ask Alice
Where will I be tomorrow?
 
Tomorrow can be a long time
I don’t care anymore
Just responding
To life’s facades
Looking for an answer
Have I been deceived?
 
Not knowing for sure
Will not cease exploring
In time arriving at a place
Which was the beginning
Will there be knowledge of
The place for the first time?
 
— kenne
 

 

Cocklebur Art   1 comment

Cocklebur — Grunge Art by kenne

Cocklebur was first
Science used the idea
Created velcro.

Used to fasten things
Without a hammer and nails.

— kenne

The Death Court   Leave a comment

 

Three Judge Court — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Death Court

Three judges in
black robes
set in stillness
passing judgment
on life or death
of a trespasser
only their hunger
will determine 
a verdict where
the end precedes
the beginning.

— kenne

A Spider In Her Web   Leave a comment

A Spider In Her Web — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A hungry Spider made a web
Of thread so very fine,
Your tiny fingers scarce could feel
The little slender line.
Round-about, and round-about,
And round-about it spun,
Straight across and back again,
Until the web was done.

Oh, what a pretty shining web
It was, when it was done!
The little flies all came to see
It hanging in the sun.
Round-about, and round-about,
And round-about they danced,
Across the web and back again
They darted and they glanced.

— from A Cobweb Made to Order by Aunt Effie

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