Sonoran Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.”
— Pablo Picasso
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Sonoran Sunset Leave a comment
Sun, the lord of heaven 4 comments
Sun, the lord of heaven — Image by kenne
The Red Poppy
The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.
— Louise Glück
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Works of Art Imitate . . . Leave a comment
Another Beautiful Sunset — Image by kenne
“Works of art imitate and provoke other works of art,
the process is the source of art itself.”
— Edward Hirsch
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“Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light.” Leave a comment
Red Sky at Sunset –“Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light.” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
— Dylan Thomas
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Sunset Over The Mountains 3 comments
Sunset Over the Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne
SUNSETS
Pink – orange sunsets
like all those
time-worn loves
Always smile down
upon me
whispering how good they were
The days
and the involvements
I can never turn away
from a hiding sun
No more than I can blot out
hidden memories
It’s the last few moments
of either
that promise the most
Smugness in lovers
is tolerable
In a sunset
It’s devastating
— John Boynton
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Yesterday’s Sunset from Off Our Patio — Image by kenne
Some of the wildfires in the west began with the Bighorn Fire here in the Santa Catalina Mountains back in June.
Since then fires have continued to ravage the west. Sadly, all the climate models have projected data
predicting the conditions for a perfect storm.
Meanwhile, there are currently five storms in the Atlantic. It’s time to
stop climate-denial or conspiracy thinking and believe in science.
Pease, let’s not let politics win out over science.
— kenne
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Colorless Desert Sunset Leave a comment
Colorless Desert Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sonoran sunset
A different perspective
Maintains its beauty.
— kenne
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Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset 3 comments
Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset — Image by kenne
Apple Fire smoke
Makes for beautiful photos
Shades of red sunset.
— kenne
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Ensenada Bay Sunset 1 comment
Ensenada Bay Sunset (01/07/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The sea,
once it casts its spell,
holds one in its net forever.
— Jacques Cousteau
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Whispering Clouds 1 comment
Whispering Clouds — Image by kenne
Whispering clouds in
parallel
across the mountains,
listen and
you will hear
night approaching
pulling down
nature’s shade
over the shy
as the mountains
begin to glow
in a dark blue
against
the evening sky.
— kenne
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Katelyn At Sunset Leave a comment
Katelyn at Sunset (March 2017) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you
can understand.
— from The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats (Fairy and Folktales of the Irish Peasentry 1888)
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Catalina Foothills Sunset Leave a comment
Catalina Foothills Sunset — Image by kenne
Of Many Worlds in This World
Just like as in a nest of boxes round,
Degrees of sizes in each box are found:
So, in this world, may many others be
Thinner and less, and less still by degree:
Although they are not subject to our sense,
A world may be no bigger than two-pence.
Nature is curious, and such works may shape,
Which our dull senses easily escape:
For creatures, small as atoms, may there be,
If every one a creature’s figure bear.
If atoms four, a world can make, then see
What several worlds might in an ear-ring be:
For, millions of those atoms may be in
The head of one small, little, single pin.
And if thus small, then ladies may well wear
A world of worlds, as pendents in each ear.
— Margaret Cavendish
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A February Sunset 1 comment
A February Sunset (Tucson Arizona) — Image by kenne
Over the mountains
Another sunset goes down
Soon the stars will shine.
— kenne
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Patio Sunset — 03/03/20 2 comments
Patio Sunset (03/03/20) — Image by kenne
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Silhouette — Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it . . . 2 comments
Silhouette — Granddad and Grandson (Kenne Jaxon) at Sunset
if—
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
— Rudyard Kipling
