7:00 am View From Our Patio — Recent Fullmoon Setting Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.”
― C
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7:00 am View From Our Patio 1 comment
Come Fly With Me 1 comment
“Come Fly With Me” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
— The Tempest
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Silhouette — Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it . . . 1 comment
Silhouette — Granddad and Grandson 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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A Little Bit Of Southeast Texas In Southern Arizona Leave a comment
Japanese Azalea — Images by kenne
Our potted azalea plant has lost a lot of its leaves over the last couple of years,
but it’s still healthy enough to bloom this for us here in the desert.
Often it’s the little things that bring so much enjoyment
here reminding us of the years we spent in southeast Texas.
— kenne
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Patio Sunset Panorama 1 comment
Patio Sunset Panorama (Tanuri Ridge) by kenne
Foreplay in the Mountains
Living at the edge of the mountains
Watching the clouds push up the slopes
Tangling with the peeks, leaving behind
The milk of its firm, but gentle strokes
So stimulating is the foreplay
The setting sun directs its light
Reflecting off nature’s dramatic act
Fondling each to a new height
I watch, as a distant voyeur
Yet trying to sneak a feel
In the role of a mountain man
Without going against her will
In a moment, the thrill is gone
With the setting sun’s brightness
The clouds losing its excitement
Hastened by the shadows of darkness
Now alone at the mountain’s edge
I dream of stroking the night’s way
Bringing on the demons of darkness
Desiring only to stimulate the play
— kenne (February 1, 2011)
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Looking South From Tanuri Ridge Leave a comment
Looking South from Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne
“We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us
and call that handful of sand the world.”
— Robert M. Pirsig
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Mexican Bird of Paradice In The Rain Leave a comment
Mexican Bird of Paradice In The Rain — Photo-Artistry by kenne
