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Southwest Window   Leave a comment

Tucson Folk Festival 2013Southwest Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Colors give life

to that without

motion —

but what is existence

without motion,

locked in time

forever!

— kenne

Earth, Sky and Tumacácori   Leave a comment

Nogales“Earth, Sky and Tumacácori” — Photo Artistry by kenne

A priestly man
once traveled
the desert southwest

mounted a horse
armed only with love
a force without
a presidio of soldiers

connecting with people
of many tribes

building adobe missions
each opened to the morning sun
located within walking distance
understanding the desert paradox.

— kenne

Lonely Little Cloud   Leave a comment

Catalina Front Range-3059-Little Cloud-72Lonely Little Cloud — Image by kenne

Lonely little cloud
Over the Catalinas
Soon to disappear.

— kenne

Mexican Jay   1 comment

Green Mountain Trail Mexican Jay-3110-72Mexican Jay On The Green Mountain Trail, Santa Catalina Mountains (May 17, 2019) — Image by kenne

Mountain clouds moved on
Jays calling one another
The wind settles down.

— kenne

The Right Place — The Secret Is Out!   2 comments

St XavierThe Right Place — Photo-Artistry by kenne

How will you know when
you are in the right place?
The secret is out!

. . . in a place where
each question
contains the answer.

You will know
that place
when you have
the right feeling —

The secret is out!
Or is it?

What to do
when the feeling
is missing?

. . . sadly,
your place

is not the right place.

kenne

Aging — At The Pond’s Edge   Leave a comment

Rose Lake August 2012At the Pond’s Edge — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The current issue of The New Yorker has an article on aging that begins:
“Aging, like bankruptcy in Hemingway’s description, happens two ways,
slowly and then all at once.” This quote in the article brought to mind the poem,
“Affirmation” by Donald Hall who passed away last year at 89.

To grow old is to lose everything. 
Aging, everybody knows it. 
Even when we are young, 
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads 
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer 
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters 
into debris on the shore, 
and a friend from school drops 
cold on a rocky strand.
If a new love carries us 
past middle age, our wife will die 
at her strongest and most beautiful. 
New women come and go. All go. 
The pretty lover who announces 
that she is temporary
is temporary. The bold woman,
middle-aged against our old age,
sinks under an anxiety she cannot withstand. 
Another friend of decades estranges himself 
in words that pollute thirty years. 
Let us stifle under mud at the pond’s edge 
and affirm that it is fitting
and delicious to lose everything. 

— Donald Hall

Pine Leaf Milkweed Pod   1 comment

Milagrosa Loop (1 of 1)-33 Pine Leaf Milkweed Pod-Edit-2-art-72Pine Leaf Milkweed Pod — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

“Artists high rank, in fact sole social summits
which the tempest of politics can not reach.”

— from Beowulf Canto 43

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