Abstract Art (Feburary 6, 2007) by kenne
A first exercise
Practicing different skills
Shapes, colors, and lines.
— kenne
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An Abstract From 2007 1 comment
Cloudless Surphur Butterfly Painting Leave a comment
Cloudless Surphur Butterfly Painting by kenne
post-monsoon season
butterflies are everywhere
green and yellow posts
— kenne
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Life and Death in Sabino Canyon Leave a comment
Life and Death in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
First/Last Meditation
Time
is in night’s colors.
Quiet night.
Over enormous moons,
eternity
is set at twelve.
Time’s gone to sleep
forever
in his tower.
All clocks
deceive us.
Time at last has
horizons.
— Federico Garcia Lorca
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The Flower That Smiles Today Leave a comment
Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne
The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world’s delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.
— from The Flower That Smiles Today by Percy Shelley
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Orange Sulphur Butterfly — The Brightside of Darkness 1 comment
Orange Sulphur Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Brightside of Darkness
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Sneezeweed Art Leave a comment
Sneezeweed Art by kenne
Green to blue
Yellow to orange
New to old
— kenne
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Chasing Life’s Horizons Leave a comment
Hiking Rock Creek Trail (August 6, 2006) — Images by kenne
Chasing Life’s Horizons
Ain’t nothing better
than hiking through
a window in the sky —
the air is fresh,
the sky is blue,
a magical mystery
in a world of horizons
far as the eye can see.
Chased by every hiker,
a vision soon left behind
only to be replaced
by another, another
magical mystery.
— kenne
Rock Creek is a beautiful Eastern Sierra backcountry canyon in the John Muir Wilderness (Jerry, George, and Kenne, August 6, 2006)
“Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.”
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Let Us Build Bridges 1 comment
Selma, Alabama is the Ninth Poorest City in Amarica Per Capital (August 10, 2021)
Selma Gave America the Right to Call Itself A Democracy
We still have many bridges to CROSS,
So come on ya’ll and LET US!
Let us start, Yes you and me
With a simple and easy decree,
To do something simple, EVERYDAY,
To uplift Ourselves and Our Families,
In small, Nugget-size Ways!
So,
When STONES are THROWN to Slay
Us ALL,
We Must, We WILL, We SHALL, build
bridges instead of walls!
And so,
We catch their stones and build
bridges of Respect and LOVE for
Ourselves, Our Families, and ALL
Communities who share this World!
We catch their stones and build
bridges because, EVERYONE
matters equally in the World!
— from “REFLECTING on Selma Alabama” by D. Olivia Jones
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Hiking Box Camp Trail Leave a comment
Hiking Up Box Camp Trail In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
The Tucson basin
Santa Rita’s to the south
Hiking Box Camp trail
Leaving the tall pines
An existential moment
Illumination
— kenne
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Last Day In Short Pump — Mission Accomplished 4 comments
Cayden, Audrey, Joy, Robin, and Cayla (August 15, 2021) — Images by kenne
With the arrival of Robin late afternoon on the 15th, we were able to spend time with all the Morris grandchildren —
missioned accomplished! This image captured the shared pleasure of all, especially that of grandma, Joy.
Cayla practicing her new found skill of tying bows
Kenne and Cayla in Backyard — Image by Joy
While spending time with the Morris’s, we were able to spend most of our time outside. When we were inside, we wore masks.
Cayden and Cayla
Children of the pandemic
Very accepting
— kenne
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Golden Columbine On Box Camp Trail 1 comment
Golden Columbine On Box Camp Trail (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Mountain rains
bring out wildflowers
yellow and orange
in a sea green.
— kenne
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Sullivan Island Beach Scene 1 comment
Sullivan’s Island Beach — Photo-Artistry by kenne
"Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age To set a crown upon your lifetime's effort. First, the cold friction of expiring sense Without enchantment, offering no promise But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit As body and soul begin to fall asunder. Second, the conscious impotence of rage At human folly, and the laceration Of laughter at what ceases to amuse. And last, the rending pain of re-enactment Of all that you have done, and been; the shame Of motives late revealed, and the awareness Of things ill done and done to others' harm Which once you took for exercise of virtue."
-- T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly Leave a comment
Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly — Images by kenne
my symbol of life
rests on a nearby flower
wings keep on moving
— kenne
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Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly Art 1 comment
Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Thou winged blossom, liberated thing,
What secret tie binds thee to other flowers,
Still held within the garden’s fostering?
Will they too soar with the completed hours,
Take flight, and be like thee
Irrevocably free,
Hovering at will o’er their parental bowers?
Or is thy luster drawn from heavenly hues,—
A sumptuous drifting fragment of the sky,
Caught when the sunset its last glance imbues
With sudden splendor, and the tree-tops high
Grasp that swift blazonry,
Then lend those tints to thee,
On thee to float a few short hours, and die?”
— from Ode to a Butterfly by Thomas Wentworth Higginson
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Dragonfly: On The Road, Charleston, South Carolina Leave a comment
Dragonfly: On the Road, Charleston, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne
spotted at a far
zooming in on the moment
captured in my time
— kenne
