Archive for the ‘Sunsets’ Category
Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sunsets
There are sunsets that whisper a good-by.
There is a short dusk and a way for stars.
Prairie and sea rim they go level and even
And the sleep is easy.
There are sunsets that dance good-by.
They fling scarves half to the arc,
To the arc then and over the arc.
Ribbons at the ears, sashes at the hips,
Dancing, dancing good-by. And here sleep
Tosses a little with dreams.
— Carl Sandburg
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The Sea of Cortas — Image by kenne
She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,
That was not ours although we understood,
Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.
The sea was not a mask. No more was she.
The song and water were not medleyed sound
Even if what she sang was what she heard,
Since what she sang was uttered word by word.
It may be that in all her phrases stirred
The grinding water and the gasping wind;
But it was she and not the sea we heard.
— from The Idea of Order at Key West by Wallace Stevens
(Click Here To Read The Complete Poem)
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My Tree of Life — Image by kenne
Such a beautiful tree —
So representative of life.
Yet, we often see beauty only
in the foliage and blossoms
nature provides in life’s stages.
Why?
Beauty is everywhere –
There is beauty in death,
marking the stage so important
in the cycles of life.
This tree (image of) is amazing,
a sculpture in the face of the sun,
containing the shapes we use
to design our places in this world.
The image tells the truth
without endless detail
of what it would take
to have been created.
What image do you present
in the face of the sun?
Does it add?
Does it subtract?
Be honest!
Like each tree image
the story we tell
of the image we present
is always different.
kenne
(First Posted December 2011)
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Sunset Photo Essay (October 8, 2016) — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images for larger view in a slideshow format.)
Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup
— by Emily Dickinson
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!
Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!
Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?
Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?
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Sunset On Blackett’s Ridge — Image by kenne
Blackett’s Ridge Sunset
Hiking a steep rocky trail
Every step worth it.
— kenne
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Valentine’s Day Sunset (Tucson, February 14, 2016) — Image by kenne
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“Not Just Another Sunset!” — Image by kenne
“The meaning of life is just to be alive.
It is so plain and so obvious and so simple.
And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic
as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”
— Alan Watts
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Sky High — Image by kenne
Sunset:
a name for a folder
holding moments captured
at the end of the day.
No moon. No stars.
Just clouds floating by,
directing the light show —
a new show everyday,
each deserving a poem.
— kenne
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Sunset image on the back of Mat Bailey’s motorcycle by Katie Turner Bailey, computer art rendering by kenne
“Peace of mind produces right values,
right values produce right thoughts.
Right thoughts produce right actions
and right actions produce work
which will be a material reflection
for others to see of the serenity
at the center of it all.”
— from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig
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Orange Sunset — Image by kenne
Five years ago we moved to Tucson, Arizona from The Woodlands, Texas (located north of Houston). Then as now, our friends and family couldn’t believe we were leaving our home of over 25 years. There is still plenty of discussion as to whether it was a good move or not.
As a visitor to the site, you know my images reflect my appreciation for Arizona’s beauty. But, what about the heat, “it’s hot in the summer time,” you say. Yes, the temps are high, averaging 101 degrees for a high in July.
As most people know, dry heat is more comfortable than humid heat. Example: Yesterday it was 99 degrees in Tucson, but felt like 93 degrees. Houston had a high of 93 degrees, but it felt like 99 degrees. Additionally, in Tucson if it’s too hot to spend much time outside, in a 45 minute drive we can be on Mt. Lemmon where yesterday’s high was 69 degrees.
Let’s face it, since I think in art I’m just trying to confirm my existence — my existential moment.
kenne
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Sunset Computer Art by kenne
Evening
moves in,
as the sun
moves out
still lighting
towering clouds
to the north
on the backside
of the Catalinas.
— kenne
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“Above and Below” — Image by kenne
above and below
and the moments in between
give us tomorrow.
— kenne
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