Archive for the ‘The Woodlands’ Category

Witnessing Pain and Suffering   3 comments

Mother In Hospice (08/26/06)

Every photograph of suffering

proposes a contract:

you may look,

but you must not

turn away too quickly.

The stages of pain—

shock, endurance, vacancy—

are flattened into a single frame.

Time is arrested,

yet the body continues

beyond the border

of the image.

— kenne

Sunset Shadows   Leave a comment

Lake Woodlands Sunset — A Painting from A 1999 Photo by kenne

Restoring the old

Creating a new essence

For the observer.

— kenne

Shadows On The Walkway   Leave a comment

Walking Along The Woodlands Waterway (04/12/08) — Image by kenne

Shadows follow us

walking by the waterway

On a late spring day.

— kenne

 

Sunset Art 18 Years Out   Leave a comment

Sunset (06/25/06) — Photo-artistry by kenne

Out of the darkness

The light lifting up the soul

Opening the heart.

— kenne

The Woodlands Waterway   Leave a comment

Joy, Katelyn, and Dave, July 4, 2004

Do not live half a life
and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
If you refuse then be clear about it
for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance
Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes
Half the way will get you no where
You are a whole that exists to live a life
not half a life.

— Khalil Gibran

A Kahu   4 comments

This is an image of Kiko from November 2007, a year before his death in December 2008. He was a sickly cat in his last year after being with us for 16+ years.

During Kiko’s time with us, I never felt like I owned him. Rather, I felt privileged that he allowed us to share his space.
Recently, on Instagram, I learned of the word Kahu, or a Kahu. The word can be traced to Hawaiian origins,
meaning “honored guardian.” I’m currently not a Kahu. No animals live with us, but maybe that will change.

— kenne

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

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.



Houston Chronicle Article, October 2006   2 comments

A Framed Copy of an Article in the Community Section of the Houston Chronicle, October 2006

What began as the “Reading Series” at Montgomery College in 1993 evolved to become the “Writers In Performance” series
conducted by the Montgomery County Literary Arts Council (MCLAC). Over the years, many local poets, as well as national
poets, have read their poetry at Montgomery College. Since moving to Tucson 12 years ago, I haven’t had too many
opportunities to attend the series, which continues under the leadership of Cliff Hudder and Dave Parsons.

— kenne

Wet Spider Web   Leave a comment

Wet Spider Web By Spillway — Image by kenne

“I’d come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.”

 
― Jean-Paul Satre

Morning   Leave a comment

Lake Woodlands Sunrise (1990) Image by kenne

Morning

Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,

then  night with his notorious perfumes,
many-pointed stars?

This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on expresso—

maybe a slash of water on the face.

— from Morning by Billy Collins

Zen Fountain in The Woodlands   3 comments

Zen Fountain In The Yard of Our The Woodlands Home (May 2010) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Our yard had a lot of me
in the plants, lighting, and
the fountain where we
buried our cat, Kiko.

And there was the sweat
from the gulf coast heat,
digging through roots to
place the water reservoir.

The photo for this painting
was taken weeks before 
we left our east Texas home,
for a Tucson desert home.

Our friends and family
called us crazy for
leaving
the piney woods for a new
home sixteen hours away.

We return to Houston a
couple times each year,
having driven by our old
home only once, not

stopping, afraid of what
we might see of the old
Zen fountain and landscape
we created with love.

— kenne

Lake Woodlands Sunset   4 comments

Lake Woodlands Sunset (October 1, 2009) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

When I lived in the forest

it was not always easy to see 

the sunset for the trees.

After a short trail walk

I would spend some time

at the lake and nearby dam

before crossing the bridge 

to set under a gazebo

watching motorless boats

moving silently across the lake.

— kenne

Yard Lamp   Leave a comment

Yard Lamp (April 11, 2009) Photo-Artistry by kenne

The earth drinks people and their loves
like wine, in order to forget.
But I drink wine to remember.

I collect memories the way some collect coins.
The memories fade like constellations at dawn.
Until the next glass of wine.

— Robert Phillips

Facepainting   Leave a comment

Facepainting (The Woodlands Art Festival, April 2008) — Image by kenne

              All women are wounded
Who gather  berries, dibble in mottled light,
Turn white roots from humus, crack nuts on stone
High upland with squinted eye
              or rest in cedar shade.

— from Praise for Sick Women by Gary Snyder