Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Bison In Grand Teton National Park Leave a comment
Decatur Street, New Orleans Leave a comment
Decatur Street, New Orleans (2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
We capture a moment in time
later becoming a variation
of the moment that was —
the next time, yet another.
— kenne
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My Sky Of Full Passion Leave a comment
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The Houston Blues Days Leave a comment
The Houston Blues Days — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ask me how does a man feelWhen he’s got the bluesAnd I’d sayMisused abused down-hearted and blueKnow the reason I know thisIs cause the blues is all I was left with
— from Ask Me ’Bout Nothin’ (but the Blues) by Boz Scaggs
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Rainy Day In The French Quarter 3 comments
Rainy Day In The French Quarter (2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Walking in the rain
Outside the Blues Company
In the French Quarter.
— kenne
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An Orange Butterfly Called Sleepy Leave a comment
Sleepy Orange Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
An orange butterfly
Feeding on a senna plant
Very common here.
— kenne
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Sonoran Sunset 1 comment
Sonoran Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The sun sets behind the mountains
Becoming a silhouette against
A bright orange and red sky.
— kenne
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Oleander Blossoms Painting 1 comment
Oleander Blossoms Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Ocotillo Blossom Art 2 comments
Ocotillo Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ocotillo art
Outline of the real thing
That’s what I call it.
— kenne
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Nature Abstract Leave a comment
Nature Abstract by kenne
Is it so small a thing
To have enjoyed the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes?
— Matthew Arnold
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Boat By Pier 2 comments
Boat by Pier — Photo-Artistry by kenne
They were beautiful in the clear early light—
red, yellow, blue and green—
is all I wanted to say about them,
although for the rest of the day
I pictured a lighter version of myself
calling time through a little megaphone,
first to the months of the year,
then to the twelve apostles, all grimacing
as they leaned and pulled on the long wooden oars.
— from Brightly Colored Boats on the Banks of the Charles by Billy Collins
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Playing To An Audience Of One, Himself 1 comment
He 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
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Sunset Photo 2 comments
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Ghost Of Yesteryears 2 comments
Ghost Of Yesteryears — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ghosts of yesteryears
Follow me around each day
Soothing my being.
— kenne
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To All Mothers, Happy Mother’s Day Leave a comment
A Symbol of Mother’s Day (Gambel’s Quail with Chick) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“A mother’s love liberates.”
— Maya Angelou
