Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterflies — Grunge Art by kenne
— Hans Christian Andersen
Self Portrait by kenne
Why!
Trying to understand why
Only to be shattered
By the emotions of others.
Still, I will stubbornly
Continue seeking answers
By connecting dots —
Dots that blow in the wind
Like the tumbleweeds
No longer grounded
Fueling fires of fear
Widening the desert
Of intellectual ignorance.
— kenne
Monument In Right Feet Major by Todji Kurtzman
Benson Sculpture Garden, Loveland CO — Photo Essay by kenne
Marching
At dawn I heard among bird calls
the billions of marching feet in the churn
and squeak of gravel, even tiny feet
still wet from the mother’s amniotic fluid,
and very old halting feet, the feet
of the very light and very heavy, all marching
but not together, criss-crossing at every angle
with sincere attempts not to touch, not to bump
into each other, walking in the doors of houses
and out the back door forty years later, finally
knowing that time collapses on a single
plateau where they were all their lives,
knowing that time stops when the heart stops
as they walk off the earth into the night air.
— Jim Harrison
Computer Art by kenne
— kenne
Computer Art by kenne
In August of 2011, I created this artwork from a photo daughter Kate took the first time they left Ft. Collins. At that time they were moving back to Texas, but the stay didn’t last long before they moved back to Ft. Collins.
When they made a move back to Texas, I did a blog posting, “Hope is Coming to Texas.” Hope is now on the move again from Ft. Collins but this time to New Hampshire. The journey begins today, and once again they will see wind turbines.
The wind turbines keep on turning and Kate, like me keep chasing them like Don Quixote — “The truth may be stretched thin, but it never breaks, and it always surfaces above lies, as oil floats on water.”
In the posting six years ago I shared the following poem. Since I haven’t yet written one on Kate and family’s latest move, this one will have to suffice.
Windmills of Hope
Arriving in Texas
where pickups are still king
Yellow buses grazing
under a cotton-ball sky
Extreme traffic on the right
sensible on the left
Just remember
I ain’t your dude
You can’t buy me with
a “Two-Step” lottery card
Make it a beer or two
at the old saloon
Times are different
so continue lying to me
kenne
“The Rainbow Kid,” Kenne Jaxon with his friend, Fox,
(Benson Sculpture Garden, “The Conversation” by Magdalen Weiner
Loveland, Colorado) — Image by kenne, July 31, 2017
A little boy
and his friend
always by his side
someone to talk to
someone to comfort
someone to love.
— kenne
Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms — Image by kenne
— kenne
