Autumn Looking For Messages   2 comments

Seed Pods-Edit-2-Art-blog-2Seed Pods — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The lake around them changed its name.
Today it’s no more than a pond I walk around
each autumn looking for messages among
the fallen acorns and beer cans left by teenagers.
Another engine fires, the air rings with each precise explosion,
and each image vanishes into photography.”

— from “Photography” by Philip Levine

 

 

Richardson’s Geranium   1 comment

Richardson's Geranium-Art-blog.jpgRichardson’s Geranium — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Late blooming blossoms
At color to the mountains
To the joy of bugs.

— kenne

Building A Nest   Leave a comment

Cactus Wren Building a Nest-Edit-4-art-blogMale Cactus Wren Building a Nest in a Cholla Cactus — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Hiking In A Light Drizzle   1 comment

Ventana Canyon-Edit-1-blogVentana Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A light drizzle fail
We move quickly down the trail
On a late fall day.

— kenne

Hiking Below The Ridge   1 comment

Ventana Canyon - Clouds-Edit-1-blogHiking Below The Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Tropical storm rains
On mountains surrounding us — 
A moment of green.

— kenne

Puerto Peñasco Sunset   1 comment

Puerto Penasco September 2013-0174-Sun Set-Edit-3-Art-blog-1Puerto Peñasco Sunset — Photo-artistry by kenne

If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard, 
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went —
Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay —
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face–
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost —
Then count that day as worse than lost. 

—  George Eliot

Horses In The Pasture   4 comments

Fredric 3170 Horses Painting blog IIHorses In the Pasture — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I came to the country seeking peace,
A place where horses graze in the pasture
Providing a visual game, or is it just old age.
A place as clouds disappear over the hill, I
Seek shade under the trees along the fence.

“There’s more to a picture than meets the eye.”

— kenne

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