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“Yardwork” Art Leave a comment
jade plant
a child’s old
a horseshoe
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Days of Running are Getting Fewer Leave a comment
Days of Running are Getting Fewer with Each Passing Day (April 2010)
Muddy 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
Morning 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
Afternoon 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.)
A Solstice Night Leave a comment
Winter Solstice (December 19, 2009, The Woodlands, Texas) — Computer Art by kenne
A solstice night
in the dead of winter,
strategically placed lighting
on the courtyard wall.
Dark shadows imprinted
beyond the naked trees,
in this gloomy season of mists,
concealing signs of winter’s damage,
where only ghosts abound.
Tomorrow morning
the low sun starts
a minute-by-minute journey back,
not behind, but within
it’s new spring companion.
But for now,
nature remains soulfully raw.
— kenne
Upper Sabino Canyon Panorama 3 comments
Panorama of Sabino Canyon Taken From Tram Road Near Stop 9 (February 16, 2010) — Image by kenne
At the time I took this panorama I had no idea the role this beautiful canyon would play in my life for the next seven years. In February of 2010, we drove to Tucson to explore our making a move from The Woodlands Texas to Tucson. Now the rest is history. (Flickr Album)
— kenne
Water Over The Dam Leave a comment
Water Over the Dam — Computer Art by kenne
he stands by the shore
watching water
flow over the dam
from the little creek
now a lake
soon to be
a creek again —
a journey to ponder
. . . is it just water over the dam?
kenne
