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Yesterdays   Leave a comment

Yesterdays, New Orleans December 2007 — Collage by kenne

New Orleans days

Our favorite getaway

Living in Houston.

— kenne

Winter Moon Over Tucson   1 comment

Winter Moon Over Tucson — Image by kenne

Tucson’s winter moon

May not be a harvest moon

Don’t really care.

— kenne

Desert Windmill   1 comment

Desert Windmill — Image by kenne

Windmills hypnotize

See adventure and magic

Don Quixote complex.

— kenne

Corvette Raffle At Festival   Leave a comment

Corvette Raffle at St. Demetrios Greek Orthodox Church Tucson Greek Festival — Image by kenne

With so many leaves, the sun waves good day
with many stands shines, shines the sky
and those ones inn irons and those others are in the earth.

Quiet anytime now, the church bells will signal.

This earth is theirs and ours.

Beneath the earth in their crossed arms
they hold the rope of the church bells,
they are awaiting the hour, waiting to signal the resurrection
this earth is theirs and ours
no one can take it from us

Quiet anytime now, the church bells will signal.

— from The Church Bells Will Signal by Yiannis Ritsos

Street Fair Food   Leave a comment

Street Fair Food — Image by kenne

You try not to stop

When food looks and smiles so good

How can you say no?

— kenne

The Diamond Sutra   Leave a comment

Buddha — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Diamond Sutra

All appearance is delusion.

If you view all appearance as nonappearance,

Then that view is your true nature.

Do not become attached to any thoughts

That arise in the mind.

If you see form as the Absolute,

If you search out the Absolute with your voice,

You are practicing the wrong path,

And you cannot see your true self.

All compounded things are like a dream,

A phantom,  a bubble, or a reflection.

They are like dew or lightning.

Thus should you view them.

Hummingbird Feeder Art   Leave a comment

Hummingbird Feeder Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sometimes you hear them

Their humming sound makes us look

Making eye contact.

— kenne

Bee On Burroweed Among Ferns   Leave a comment

Bee On Burroweed Among Ferns — Image by kenne

Look, and you will see

Pleasure in flowers today

The desert loves spring.

— kenne

Borderland Moon   Leave a comment

Borderland Moon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
 
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the night-thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
 
— from Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge 
 
 

Art Festival   Leave a comment

Art Festival ’08 — Image by kenne

Creativity 

It is everywhere you look

Come join the parade.

— kenne

Human-Kind: Be Both   Leave a comment

Tucsonan Activists —  Image by kenne

These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance

To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try

To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain.

And glad not to have invented
Such comeliness, we are surrounded:
A silence already filled with noises,
A canvas on which emerges

A chorus of smiles, a winter morning.
Placed in a puzzling light, and moving,
Our days put on such reticence
These accents seem their own defense.

— Some Trees by John Ashbery

Desert Sunset   Leave a comment

Desert Sunset — Image by kenne

After a blue-sky day

high clouds move in

making perfect the sunset.

— kenne

Low Clouds In The Foothills   1 comment

Low Clouds In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne

Low clouds remain

in the canyons

of the foothills

after a weekend

of much needed rain.

— kenne

 

Top Two Shelves In Our Study   Leave a comment

Top Two Shelves In Our Study — Image by kenne

There are moments

down deep inside

when I scream — 

Nobody gets in

to see the wizard

not nobody, 

not no how.

— kenne

The Humble Back Of The Mountain   Leave a comment

Aspen Trail on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

Sun warms the lizard’s back
and the humble back of the mountain.
A raven croaks from the top of a thermal.
The valley oak above the barn,
dying a huge branch at a time,
stands in calm mortability, content
with the warm light that has fed its leaves,
the dark waters that have fed its roots,
its acorns that have fed the woodpeckers
for five hundred rainy seasons.

— Ursula K. Le Guin

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