Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw in Southeast Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Returning to Whitewater Draw
— kenne
Baby Jesus Trail Near Catalina, AZ — Panorama by kenne created by merging three images in Photoshop
Upper Sabino Canyon In the Santa Catalina Mountains (November 18, 2011) — Panorama by kenne
— kenne
Potted Lemon Tree (August 7, 2022) — HDR Image by kenne
After almost losing our Meyer lemon tree last year, this year it has a lot of new leaf growth and about two dozen lemons.
— kenne
Santa Fe Sculpture — Photo-Artistry by kenne
– Paul Tillich.
— from “The Four Winds” by
Houston Blues (The Rhythem Room, 2005) — B&W Collage by kenne
“Working in black and white makes me feel like a painter, not a photographer.
Shooting this way allows me to focus my attention on the light and shade, textures, shapes and expressions.
It’s really a matter of personal choice, but in my opinion black and white can lead to a more abstract reading of reality,
which is arguably more demanding and more challenging to produce. Here photographers cannot use flattering
colours or coloured light to distract the eye. You cannot cheat in black and white.”
— Guy Gagnon
Glass Blower — HDR Image by kenne
— kenne
Doubtful Canyon, 360 (12-08-12) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Standing In The Eye
— kenne
Desert Orangetip Butterfly — Image by kenne
— H. L. Mencken
Doubtful Canyon — Abstract by kenne
Climate Change — Abstract Art by kenne
black and gray
drowns
out the blue
oceans
full of plastic
poison
in our water
virus
in the air
deserts
are dryer
water
in the streets
glasers
are melting
forests
are burning
times
are changing
— kenne
December 29, 2020 Full Moon with Effects — Images by kenne
Creosote Seed Pod — Image by kenne
If the blue sky is a fantasy,
what will become of innocence?
What will become of the heart
if Love has no arrows?
And if death is death,
what will become of poets?
and things in a cocoon
which no one remembers?
Oh sun of hopes!
Clear water! New moon!
Dull souls of stones!
Today I sense in my heart
a vague tremor of stars
and all roses are
as white as my sorrow.
— from Autumn Song by Federico García Lorca
Three images merged in Photoshop to create this Panorama by kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 