Southwest Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Colors give life
to that without
motion —
but what is existence
without motion,
locked in time
forever!
— kenne
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Lonely Little Cloud — Image by kenne
Lonely little cloud
Over the Catalinas
Soon to disappear.
— kenne
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Saguaro Cactus Blossoms 1 comment
Saguaro Cactus Blossoms — Image by kenne
Arizona’s state flower, the saguaro blossom, has a strong overripe melons smell, but I’m not going to get close enough to check it out — will leave that to the experts. Like a lot of cactus flowers, they are short-lived, blooming at night and often closed within 24 hours. During the night the flowers are pollinated by the lesser long-nosed bat and the Mexican long-tongued bat. During the daytime the flowers are pollinated by bees and birds such as the white-winged dove.
— kenne
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Mexican Jay On The Green Mountain Trail, Santa Catalina Mountains (May 17, 2019) — Image by kenne
Mountain clouds moved on
Jays calling one another
The wind settles down.
— kenne
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The Right Place — The Secret Is Out! 2 comments
The Right Place — Photo-Artistry by kenne
How will you know when
you are in the right place?
The secret is out!
. . . in a place where
each question
contains the answer.
You will know
that place
when you have
the right feeling —
The secret is out!
Or is it?
What to do
when the feeling
is missing?
. . . sadly,
your place
is not the right place.
kenne
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Aging — At The Pond’s Edge Leave a comment
At the Pond’s Edge — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The current issue of The New Yorker has an article on aging that begins:
“Aging, like bankruptcy in Hemingway’s description, happens two ways,
slowly and then all at once.” This quote in the article brought to mind the poem,
“Affirmation” by Donald Hall who passed away last year at 89.
To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops
cold on a rocky strand.
If a new love carries us
past middle age, our wife will die
at her strongest and most beautiful.
New women come and go. All go.
The pretty lover who announces
that she is temporary
is temporary. The bold woman,
middle-aged against our old age,
sinks under an anxiety she cannot withstand.
Another friend of decades estranges himself
in words that pollute thirty years.
Let us stifle under mud at the pond’s edge
and affirm that it is fitting
and delicious to lose everything.
— Donald Hall
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Bee On A Desert Chicory Wildflower Leave a comment
Bee On A Desert Chicory Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The primitive notion of the efficacy of images
presumes that images possess the qualities of real things,
but our inclination is to attribute real things the quality of images.”
— Susan Sontag
