Art by kenne
the cove turned gold
at sunset.
the fish stopped biting.
the beer ran out.
still,
I hated to leave.
sometimes a day is successful
because nothing happened
except the day itself.
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Fishing In A Texas Cove Leave a comment
We Share A Moment Leave a comment
We Share A Moment In The Texas Hill Country — Image by kenne
The sun slips down
behind the live oaks.
We raise our glasses
to nothing in particular—
which turns out
to be everything.
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West Texas Wind Turbines Leave a comment
Photo-aritistry by kenne
The mountains stand ancient and unmoving
while the turbine blades
spin endlessly in the West Texas breeze.
This photo-artistry composition
celebrates the contrast between
permanence and motion,
stone and sky,
past and future.
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Entrance to Jackson Station (10/19/02) — Image by kenne
October in Double Bayou
puts a sort of easy wisdom in the air.
The water moves slowly,
the herons mind their own business,
and the road to Jackson Station
looks like it has carried
more stories than pickups.
A man would be a fool
to hurry through such a place.
— kenne
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Jackson Station 2 comments
Jackson Station, Double Bayu, Texas — Image by kenne
He stands in the shadow
zipper rasp loud as crickets,
beer can on the ground.
The pumps long silent,
just dust and a flickering
fluorescent store light.
Moonlight bathes the lot,
silver on gum wrappers, rust—
he waters the past.
Somewhere down the road,
the dance hall dreams in splinters—
still catching blues songs.
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West Texas Sunset 2 comments
West Texas Sunset — Image by kenne
Texans like to say
Their sunsets are beautiful —
It’s the dusty air.
— kenne
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Kemah Boardwalk At Sunset 3 comments
Kemah Boardwalk At Sunset — Image by kenne
Kemah is named after the Indian word “wind in my face.”
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Show Us Your Tits Leave a comment
Show Us Your Tits — Image by kenne
Texas Ice House Blues
The year was 2007
The place was Drifter’s
In deep east Texas.
A Sunday afternoon
Where Mean Gene’s blues
Energized the crowd.
The sun and humidity
Kept the iced beer flowing
On this mid-summer day
Never underestimate
The power of the blues
Penetrating the piney woods
Bodies jiving to the music
Tits start popping out if
Only for a brief moment.
— kenne
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Windmills Of Your Mind (West Texas Wind Turbines) 1 comment
West Texas Wind Turbines — Photo-artistry by kenne
Round like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain,
or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s
turning running rings
around the moon
Like a clock whose hands
are sweeping past
the minutes of its face
And the world is like
an apple whirling
silently in space
Like the circles
that you find in the
windmills of your mind!
— from Windmills of Your Mind by Noel Harrison
(Image by kenne)
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After A Morning Run With Shorts In Hands Leave a comment
After a Morning Run In The Woodlands, Texas With Shorts In Hands (05/21/09) — Image by joy
“Running releases more than just sweat.”
— Anonymous
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Topless Blues At Drafters Leave a comment
Topless Blues At Drifters — Photo-artistry by kenne
I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing.
I will never define myself in terms of anyone else.
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Galveston Bay Shrimp Boats 2 comments
Galveston Bay Shrimp Boats — Image by kenne
on the island of if,
the shrimpboat captain
dreams of geckos
climbing up cave walls,
catching them & setting them free.
when he wakes up in the middle of the night,
& stares out into a sea of dwarf foxes on the dock,
their eyes glowing from the light of his lantern,
he climbs back into his bunk and asks himself,
how to build a stronger memory?
he closes his eyes & sees
red algae
becoming sea sponges
becoming neptune grass
becoming brains of corral.
— from The Shrimpboat Captain by Alex Gregor
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Crawfish Boil Leave a comment
Crawfish Boil — HDR Image by kenne
Tear the thin membrane.
Suck the juices from within.
Pinch the tail and eat.
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West Texas Wind Storm Leave a comment
West Texas Wind Storm — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Not too many miles
Before we stop for the night
And the storm moves on.
— kenne
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Grilling On New Year’s Day Leave a comment
Kenne David Turner Grilling On His Birthday, January 1st — Image by kenne
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