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Dragonboat Races — Flashback   Leave a comment

DragonBoat2004-09-24_48Photos-72Dragonboat Races (Lake Woodlands, September 24, 2004) — Images by kenne

DragonBoat-Team2004-09-24_43Photos-72Montgomery College Dragonboat Team (The Woodlands, TX)

I fly far without wings
or illusions.
I immerse my body in sunlight, wholly,
motionless, like a stone shaped
in ancient time.
My soul rests in my brain—
I see it drag in the shadow like the long tail
of the thieving magpie that visits me, magically calm.

 —from ‘An Image’ by Chen Jun 陈均 (1974-)

Backyard Wall — Ten Years Out   Leave a comment

Yard Photos Dec 2009Backyard Wall, The Woodlands, Texas (December 18, 2009) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Life has no meaning a priori…

It is up to you to give it a meaning,

and value is nothing

but the meaning that you choose.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre

 

Morning Walk In The Woodlands — A Flashback, January 2006   Leave a comment

Morning Walk In The Woodlands - 01-06-72Morning Walk In The Woodlands, Texas (Joy, January 2006) — Image by kenne

Before moving to Tucson in 2010, we did a lot of walking and jogging in our home community, The Woodlands, Texas.

— kenne

 

The Society Of The Fifth Cave Christmas Celebration, 2009   Leave a comment

Cave Christmas 2009The Society of the Fifth Cave Christmas Celebration, December 19, 2009

The Society of the Fifth Cave, “A Reading Club for the Non-Discriminating Bourgeoisie,” has existed in one form are another, since 1983. I became a member in 1998. The last time I was able to attend one of our monthly meetings was September 2012

— kenne

“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.”

— Edward Abbey

Mr. Joe — December 2003   Leave a comment

Mr.JoePhoto-72Mr. Joe (December 21, 2003) — Image and poem by kenne

This image and poem predate selfies and my blog.
Why is the poem addressed to “Mr. Joe?”
I have no idea.
“Do not seek answers
which cannot be given you . . .”

— kenne

 

“Is It, Or Is It Not?”   1 comment

Foggy Morning — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Is it, or is it not?”

Look Again,
The image you see
Is not what is.

Look again,
The image you see
Is not what was.

Look again,
The image you see
Is not what will be.

Look again,
The image you see
Is not what is real.

— kenne

Wine for Two, Revisited   Leave a comment

Deck Shots“Wine for Two” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Wine for Two
(May 2008)

Picture this,
the setting sun
beaming streams of light
through the trees.

Occasionally moving
with the breeze,
sending beams dancing
across the glass tabletop.

Captured for the moment
in two glasses of wine,
only to be released forever
to the hearts of each lover.

A visual of the mind
seeking a mindless void
for each heart to fill
but a fragment of the matrix

The new field of vision
changing the way things are seen,
the glasses in the picture
forever changed to one.

kenne

Late Bloomer   1 comment

Azalea Bloom-2-blogLate Bloomer (Azalea) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In early spring the south and gulf coast are abound with azalea blossoms. When we moved to the Arizona desert from the gulf coast, we brought along a potted azalea plant. Each spring our little plant had many blossoms. However this spring there were no blossoms. But much to our surprise in September one blossom emerged. — kenne

Lake Robbins Bridge   4 comments

art-du-jour-lake-robbins-bridgeLake Robbins Bridge on a Foggy/Frosty Morning– Photo Artistry by kenne (March 14, 2003)

Enough sun breaks through
The foggy/frosty morning
Misty white to gray.

— kenne

A Study In Love   Leave a comment

Katelyn & Art FestThe Woodlands Artfest (April 2009) — Digital Art by kenne

Artfest in the woods
I don’t remember her name
A study in love.

— kenne

Foggy Morning   Leave a comment

FoggyWinterMorning0232 I blogFoggy Morning (The Woodlands, Texas, March 2003) — Image by kenne

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.   

— Carl Sandburg 

“Yardwork” Art   Leave a comment

Yard Work - Pin Wheel c77a1 blog“Yardwork” —  Art by kenne

“yardwork”

jade plant
in a clay pot

a child’s old
pinwheel

a horseshoe
and barbwire

forming
windmill art

filed as
c77a1.jpg

dated
12/25/2005

— kenne

Days of Running are Getting Fewer   Leave a comment

Muddy Trails BashDays of Running are Getting Fewer with Each Passing Day (April 2010)  

Muddy Trails BashMuddy Trails Bash 5k — Photos by Joy

My running has become walking 5k each day. Trying hard to hang on to what I still have.
My current goal is to not become one of the stumbling undead.

By the way, there are some things that do change for the better —
I no longer wear white crew socks.

— kenne

This poem was written by a 19-year-old English army officer, Charles Hamilton Sorley, during World War I.

The Song of the Ungirt Runners

We swing ungirded hips
And lighten’d are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
We know not whom we trust
Nor whitherward we fare,
But we run because we must
Through the great wide air.

The waters of the seas
Are troubled as by storm.
The tempest strips the trees
And does not leave them warm.
Does the tearing tempest pause?
Do the tree-tops ask it why?
So we run without a cause
’Neath the big bare sky.

The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
But the storm the water whips
And the wave howls to the skies.
The winds arise and strike it
And scatter it like sand,
And we run because we like it
Through the broad bright land.

Morning Walk In The Woods   Leave a comment

SHadows on The PathMorning Walk in The Woodlands Texas, 2008 — Collage by kenne


Darkness in transition
Embracing the solitude

Pondering the moment
Filled with emotions

Posturing the thoughts
Consoled by pod music
Tempering the walk

Framed on the cover
Of the Rolling Stone
In the shadows of reality

Light in transition
Sharing the solitude
With morning shadows

Appearing in the light
Vanishing in the darkness

Stepping in alternation
Moving to the front
Moving to the back

Dancing to the music
In the shadows of reality

 

Kenne

Been Here Before — A Valentine Message   Leave a comment

joy45sawmill-i_blog-cohenAfternoon Delight — Image by kenne

I’ve been here before
known this place
walked this floor

lived here alone
before, I knew you.

You became my 
photographic muse
an afternoon delight
laying on a bed of red
shadows of natural light.

Blue, blue windows
opened to the sky
clouds move by
casting moments
to dream by.

Morning would come
roosters crowing
at the break of dawn
sheets still damp
moments to live by.

Imagine yesterday’s
times we’ve shared
becoming memories
fueling our tomorrows
filled with timeless love.

Now, everyone can see
you belong to me
knowing it’s so
hard to love, still
we share the look
of satisfaction.

— kenne
(With thanks to Leonard Cohn.)

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