Seed 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 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Late blooming blossoms
At color to the mountains
To the joy of bugs.
— kenne
Male Cactus Wren Building a Nest in a Cholla Cactus — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ventana 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 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Tropical storm rains
On mountains surrounding us —
A moment of green.
— kenne
Puerto 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 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
