Archive for the ‘Photoshop’ Category

Neon Dragonfly   Leave a comment

Dragonfly-1-Edit-1-blogNeon Dragonfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

a night flyer
radiating life
turning on
what it touches
lighting up
existence.

— kenne

Bird On A Limb — Revisited   3 comments

Bird on  Limb Art July 2015-8227 blogBird On A Limb — Photo-Artistry by kenne

On an outing to photograph
wildflowers and butterflies
a little bird kept chirping,
as if to get my attention.

Staying on point,
I tried ignoring her —
the conditions for
photographing her

were not good,
but she was persistent.
So, ignoring problems with
lighting and distance

I answered her call
taking two shots.
Later, at home
I downloaded the images

and as expected,
they were not good.
But, something
about the little bird

kept getting my attention,
so I created a way
to share her
in the blogosphere.

— kenne

(First posted August 6, 2015.)

Moon Setting   Leave a comment

Moonset-art-blogMoon Setting — Photo-Artistry by kenne

My eyes are my camera
all I can write is what I see
reflected in the moment.

All moments are transient,
with fleeting feeling, and
destined to pass away.

— kenne

Cat at Hacienda de los Santos Resort and Spa   Leave a comment

Cat Hacienda de los santos Resort-Edit-1-art-blog.jpgCat at Hacienda de los Santos Resort and Spa (Alamos, Sonora, Mexico)
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

Ask a cat
They will tell you
Who’s the queen.

— kenne

Two Quails On The Wall   1 comment

Quale-art-blogTwo Quails On The Wall — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Two quails on the wall
Unaware of my presence
Consciously walk by.

— kenne

Sabino Canyon’s Phoneline Trail   Leave a comment

Hiking the Phoneline Trail-Edit-1-art-blogHiking Sabino Canyon’s Phoneline Trail — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Rocky and narrow
High above the canyon floor
Tis a ridge winder.

— kenne

Leaves On A Log — Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Fall Leaves on Log Painting-blogLeaves On A Log — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Went looking for faith on the forest floor,
and it showed up everywhere.
In the sun, and the water,
and the falling leaves,
the falling leaves of time.

— Neil Young

Desert Scene Painting   Leave a comment

Desert Scene-Art-Edit-1-blog“Desert Scene” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The sky above, the mud below
The wind and rain, the sleet and snow
Two horse thieves from Mexico
Drinkin’ hard and singin'”

— from “The Sky Above, The Mud Below” by Tom Russell

Wild Cotton Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Wild Cotton Photo-Artistry by kenne (Sabino Canyon Oct. 1, 2012)

I have learned silence from the talkative,
toleration from the intolerant,
and kindness from the unkind;
yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.


— Khalil Gibran


A Skipper Butterfly   1 comment

Skipper Butterfly-Edit-1-blogA Skipper Butterfly — Image by kenne

I spent some time on the Internet trying to identify this skipper without any luck, so I titled this posting “A Skipper Butterfly.” Maybe some of you out there know it’s specific name.

— kenne

Out On A Limb   2 comments

“Out On A Limb” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part of God.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Mountain Marigold — Photo-Artistry   2 comments

Mountain Marigold-art-blog-IIMountain Marigold on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

— Norman Cousins

Arizona Wild Cotton — Still-Life Painting   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon Oct. 1, 2012Arizona Wild Cotton — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A wildlife still-life
Coupled up on the plants’ leaves
Wild cotton blossom.

— kenne

Imagination   3 comments

Queen-art-blogQueen Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Imagination is more important the knowledge.”

— Einstein

“Dreams Are The Seedlings Of Realities.”   3 comments

Mushrooms-Edit-blogAmanita Muscaria Mushrooms — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The greatest achievement was
at first and for a time a dream.
The oaks sleeps in the acorn;
the bird waits in the egg;
and in the highest vision
of the soul a waking angel stirs.
Dreams are the seedlings of realities.

— James Allen