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Katelyn Is Seventeen Today   1 comment

Katelyn Turner (03/15/14) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Eyes Tell You

Little girls have a mysterious power,

But not all can feel it – when she does,

You can see it in her eyes.

As she matures, she’s driven

To climb the tower of perfection,

Always resisting her indifference.

Her enigmatic power is needed

To stir the artist inside,

To triumph over the unenlightened.

In her way, she will find something new,

Something never before encountered

Placing art in a world void of feeling.

Inventive, she will act,

Sometimes seeking out failure

To turn it into a triumph.

Once her power is transformed

By the magical virtue of art,

Loving and understanding become simpler.

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Now that they return home, I ponder —

Children and grandchildren 

are the beautiful mysteries 

that drive our emotions 

stirring each moment we share, 

not knowing if the same emotions 

transcend each communication in the moment,

ending in emotional question marks.

— kenne (07/07/14)

 

 

Kenne David, Katelyn and Kenne (07/06/14)

Why Did The Tarantula Cross The Street?   3 comments

Tarantula (Walking in Tanuri Ridge this Morning) — Images by kenne

In a word, SEX!

Generally, when you see tarantulas on the move, it’s males
looking for females. I’m not an expert, but it makes sense to me.

— kenne

 

The Cover Of My Body   1 comment

Relaxing After A Hike — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

“Ginger and Sorrow”

My skin is the cover of my body.
It keeps me bound to my surroundings.
It is the leather over my spine.
It is the silk over the corneas of my eyes.
Where I am hairless, at the lips and groin,
there is pinkness and vulnerability.
Despite a protective covering of horny skin,
there is no such problem with my fingers,
whose ridges and grooves are so gratifying
to both the lover and the criminologist.
I think perhaps the entire history
of me is here—viper of memory,
stab of regret, red light of oblivion.
Hell would be living without them.

— Henri Cole

 

September Cactus Flower   2 comments

September Cactus Flower (09/07/20) — Image by kenne

Appearing at dawn

In a September summer

Still dry-hot weather.

— kenne

A Morning Walk Along The Tanque Verde Wash   Leave a comment

A Morning Walk Along The Tanque Verde Wash — Images by kenne

Our community of Tanuri Ridge backs up to the Tanque Verde Wash. The wash continues to eat away at our property line.
Soon, this part of the trail will be washed away, along with the “branch art” monuments along the Tanque Verde banks.

Recent mountain rains in the Catalinas are beginning to bring ash from the Big Horn Fire to the wash.

— kenne

Morning Walk Rainbow   5 comments

Tanuri Ridge Rainbow-07-21-20-72Tanuri Ridge Rainbow (07/21/20) — Image by kenne

 

Balanced Stones Photo-Artistry   4 comments

Stone BalancingBalanced Stones — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The

Spirit

● relax
● don’t compete
● always respect nature
● be patient and you will get there
● be conscious, rocks can harm you and others
● go new ways, boost your creativity
● let go when its time to
● push your limits
● never give up
● enjoy the art

 

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Source: http://www.gravitymeditation.com/

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) 

 

Pools Of Sorrow, Waves Of Joy — Revisited   Leave a comment

During this of the coronavirus as neighbors, we see one another more often,
all be it at a distance as we shelter at home, providing more time for things to drift
through my open mind. This posting first appeared in April 2014.

— kenne

Tanuri Ridge (1 of 1) blog framed“Waves of Joy” — Image by kenne
Palo Verde trees, common to the Sonoran Desert, brighten the Tucson area in the springtime with millions of five-petaled yellow blossoms.

OUR NEIGHBORHOOD — TRYING TO REASON

We traverse these streets,
sometimes early in the morning,
sometimes late in the day,
sometimes walking,
sometimes running —
always for a reason.

We wave at passersby,
sometimes we greet them,
sometimes it’s just a smile
sometimes we stop and talk,
sometimes walking together,
always for a reason.

We have neighborly expectations,
sometimes it’s watering plants,
sometimes it’s calling the ill,
sometimes it’s being complimentary,
sometimes it’s being watchful,
always for a reason.

We can be a convivial people,
sometimes we go out together,
occasionally we party together,
sometimes we join clubs together,
sometimes we share community work,
always for a reason.

We can be adversaries,
sometimes our expectations are not real,
sometimes we overreact,
sometimes we take reactions personally,
sometimes power is polarized, frustration generalized,
always for a reason.

We can be Pleasantville,
sometimes we are without color,
sometimes we are in pools of sorrow,
sometimes we are in waves of joy,
sometimes drifting through my open mind,
always for a reason.

— kenne

Tanuri Ridge (1 of 1) blog framed B-W“Pools of Sorrow” — Image by kenne

A Palo Verde Spring — Photo Essay   3 comments

Palo Verde-12-72

Tanuri Ridge Morning Walk — Images by kenne

A Young Visitor On Our Patio   9 comments

Cooper's Hawk-0-72A Visitor On The Patio (Immature Cooper’s Hawk) — Images by kenne

This immature Cooper’s Hawk perched on one of our patio chairs not far from the bird feeder frequented by doves for about one minute this morning. A mature hawk would have been up in the olive tree near the feeder. Even then, that doesn’t work as well as swooping from over the rooftop. They will learn. These images were taken through the patio door, which given the time of day the doors become a mirror.

— kenne

 

 

Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly   Leave a comment

Two-tailed Swallowtail-72Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Image by kenne

Beauty and size make the two-tailed swallowtail butterfly (Papilio multicaudata)  an impressive specimen with a nearly five-inch wingspan and a body that approaches two inches in length. So impressive that is was designated the Arizona state butterfly in 2001.

Near the top of the yellow wings are 4 markings of almost parallel black lines. The posterior portion of the wings holds blue dots surrounded by black markings that curve to form a “w” shape when the wings are open. Below these dots are more rectangular shaped orange bars emblazoned into the dark outline of the wing.

Cactus Blossom Twins   4 comments

Cactus Blossoms-72-2Cactus Blossom Twins — Image by kenne

Another great way to start the day.

kenne

Charm On Goldfinch, Charm On   1 comment

Lesser Goldfinch (1 of 1)-Edit-2-Edit-art-72“Goldfinches”– Photo-Artistry by kenne

Tomorrow is my grandson, Kenne Jaxon’s 8th birthday. It’s been about two years since we have seen our grandsons, Jaxon and Nick, so we had planned on visiting them in New Hampshire in May. Because of the pandemic, our plans have been put on hold. So I began to look for a gift to send Jaxon and in doing so became aware of a poetry book for children, The Lost Words, by Robert Macfarlane. It’s a collection of acrostic spell-poems, beautifully illustrated by Jackie Morris, each one devoted to a word removed from the Oxford Junior Dictionary. 

Robert Macfarlane is a British writer and Fellow of Emmanuel College, Cambridge. He is best known for his books on landscape, nature, place, people, and language.

“Books, like landscapes, leave their marks in us. (…)
Certain books, though, like certain landscapes,
stay with us even when we left them,
changing not just our weathers but our climates.” 

— kenne

Another Cactus Blossom Morning   2 comments

Cactus Flower-72-2“Another Cactus Blossom Morning” — Image by kenne

Cactus Flower

We flash victory signs in the darkness, so the darkness may glitter.
— Mahmoud Darwish

As the sun sets—we set our plan into motion.
Our sole purpose to overthrow

any assumptions, to change
the course of ordinary thinking.

Our work begins by speaking to darkness
and telling darkness soon:

we will demonstrate through the secrecy of stars,

earth’s magnetic embrace
how we can be many things at once.

So much of the work we do
is internal, goes unnoticed, uncompensated.

We get written off or not written at all,
labeled freakish, prickled,
rough around the edges.

We learn to thrive
in the dry humor of soil;
carry water in our bellies
to quench our own thirst.

We survive, over again.
Adapt. Even after being
carried in the beaks of birds,
dropped elsewhere,

far from our roots, we grow.
We flourish.
And when least expected, when histories

not told by us, for us, claims we are defeated,
we gather our tears as dew.

We release our anguish,
intoxicated by our own sexed pollen.

We burst,
displaying the luscious folds of our petals.

Amir Rabiyah

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