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Burning Art   1 comment

IBC Abstract II“Burning Art” — Abstract by kenne

 

Two-Windows   1 comment

Tucson Folk Festival 2013Two-Windows (Tucson Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Go, go, go, said the bird: humankind

Cannot bear very much reality.

Time past and time future

What might have been and what has been

Point to one end, which is always present.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Anniversary, 2020   5 comments

Joy - Aniversary-72Joy, Happy Anniversary, May 18, 2020 — Image by kenne

Anniversary

A special dinner alone

Sheltering in place.

— kenne

 

Sabino Canyon Panorama   2 comments

Sabino Canyon-Pano-72Sabino Canyon Panorama by kenne

One of the things I find myself doing during this pandemic is going through many thousands of photos. My hiking lately has not been in the Canyon, instead at much higher elevations. This image is one of my favorite views looking down through the Canyon.

— kenne

Coronavirus Time   3 comments

Kenne Self-protrate art blog IIIImage by kenne

I am an old man
Each day sheltering in place
The damage is done.

Early morning walks
Many new walkers pass by
No stopping to talk.

Coronavirus
Still on a stubborn plateau
We fight off the stress.

In a new normal
Public places restricted
Times are abnormal.

Zoom and Facetime
The way we stay connected
Your time is my time.

— kenne

Saguaro Blossoms   Leave a comment

Casa Grande RuinsSaguaro Blossoms — Image by kenne

As we enter mid-May, Saguaro cactus blossoms are popping out all over.

— kenne

“Waving Thy Silver Pinions”   Leave a comment

Composite Art-72Composite Art by kenne

As we try to cope with this time in the age of the coronavirus,
Despondency, Despair, and Disappointment can assail us.
When this happens, we ask for Hope.

“Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head.”

To Hope

When by my solitary hearth I sit,
When no fair dreams before my ‘mind’s eye’ flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.

Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country’s honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed—
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress’d,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings

That fill the skies with silver glitterings!
And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head.

— John Keats

 

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