Richardson’s Geranium — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Late blooming blossoms
At color to the mountains
To the joy of bugs.
— kenne
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Richardson’s Geranium 1 comment
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Male Cactus Wren Building a Nest in a Cholla Cactus — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Hiking In A Light Drizzle 1 comment
Ventana Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A light drizzle fail
We move quickly down the trail
On a late fall day.
— kenne
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Hiking Below The Ridge 1 comment
Hiking Below The Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Tropical storm rains
On mountains surrounding us —
A moment of green.
— kenne
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Puerto Peñasco Sunset 1 comment
Puerto Peñasco Sunset — Photo-artistry by kenne
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went —
Then you may count that day well spent.
But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay —
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face–
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost —
Then count that day as worse than lost.
— George Eliot
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Horses In The Pasture 4 comments
Horses In the Pasture — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I came to the country seeking peace,
A place where horses graze in the pasture
Providing a visual game, or is it just old age.
A place as clouds disappear over the hill, I
Seek shade under the trees along the fence.
“There’s more to a picture than meets the eye.”
— kenne
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Peloncillo Mountains (Cochise County, Arizona) 2 comments
Peloncillo Mountains (Cochise County, Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Truth never dies. The ages come and go.
The mountains wear away, the stars retire.
Destruction lays earth’s mighty cities low;
And empires, states and dynasties expire;
But caught and handed onward by the wise,
Truth never dies.
— Anonymous
Near Doubtful Pass in the Peloncillo Mountains — Image by kenne
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Puerto Peñasco Sunrise and “The Human Touch” 3 comments
Puerto Peñasco Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Human Touch
‘Tis the human touch
in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more
to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine.
For shelter is gone
when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day.
But the touch of the hand
And the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always.
— Spencer Michael Free
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Fall Wildflowers 1 comment
Fall Wildflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne
We must not hope to be mowers,
And to gather the ripe gold ears,
Unless we have first been sowers
And watered the furrows with tears.
It is not just as we take it,
This mystical world of ours,
Life’s field will yield as we make it
A harvest of thorns or of flowers.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Mixed-Graphic Art 1 comment
Mixed-Graphic Art by kenne
“Work while it is called today,
for you know not how much you
may be hindered tomorrow.
One today is worth two tomorrows,
never leave that til tomorrow
which you can do today.”
— Benjamin Franklin
Mt. Meant-To
Mr. Meant-To has a comrade,
And his name is Didn’t-do;
Have you ever chanced to meet them?
Did they ever call on you?
These two fellows live together
In the house of Never-win,
And I’m told that it is haunted,
By the ghost of Might-have-been.
— Anonymous
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Cactus Wren Photo-Artistry by kenne
The artist is the most interesting of all phenomena,
for he represents creativity, the definition of man.
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Painted Lady 2 comments
Painted Lady Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Southern Dogface Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Sycamore Canyon 1 comment
Sycamore Canyon in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In a tangle of cliffs I chose a place —
Bird paths, but no trails for men.
What’s beyond the yard?
White clouds clinging to vague rocks.
Now I’ve lived here—how many years —
Again and again, spring and winter pass.
Go tell families with silverware and cars
“What the use of all the noise and money?”
— Gary Snyder
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No Words, Just The Same Old Blues 2 comments
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