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Sonoran Sunset   Leave a comment

Sonoran Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.”

— Pablo Picasso

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 

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

“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

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

A Summer Of Fire   Leave a comment

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    

Colorless Desert Sunset   Leave a comment

Colorless Desert Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sonoran sunset

A different perspective

Maintains its beauty.

— kenne

Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset   3 comments

Almost Missed The Sunset-72Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset — Image by kenne

Apple Fire smoke

Makes for beautiful photos

Shades of red sunset.

— kenne

Ensenada Bay Sunset   1 comment

Ensenada Bay Sunset-art-72Ensenada Bay Sunset (01/07/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sea,

once it casts its spell,

holds one in its net forever.

— Jacques Cousteau

Whispering Clouds   1 comment

Whispers of Color-08-01-11-72Whispering 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

Katelyn At Sunset   Leave a comment

silhouette katelyn-72Katelyn 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) 

 

Catalina Foothills Sunset   Leave a comment

Catalina Foothills Sunset-72Catalina 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

A February Sunset   1 comment

Hutch's Pools 02-01-13A February Sunset (Tucson Arizona) — Image by kenne

Over the mountains

Another sunset goes down

Soon the stars will shine.

— kenne

Patio Sunset — 03/03/20   2 comments

Patio Sunset (03-05-20)-72Patio Sunset (03/03/20) — Image by kenne

 

Silhouette — Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it . . .   2 comments

Silhouette granddad and jaxon-B&W-72Silhouette — 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

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