Sunset Over The Tucson Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Watching the sunset
With peace and tranquility
I can’t stop watching.
— kenne
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Sunset Over The Tucson Mountains Leave a comment
Watching the sunset
Greater Roadrunner On The Run Leave a comment
Greater Roadrunner On The Run — Abstract Art by kenne
Greater Roadrunner
Born to run the desert roads
Metaphor for speed.
— kenne
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A Memphis Blues Club — Abstract Art by kenne
“I’m a bluesman moving through a blues-soaked America, a blues-soaked world, a planet where catastrophe and celebration-
joy and pain sit side by side. The blues started off in some field, some plantation, in some mind, in some imagination, in some heart.
The blues blew over to the next plantation, and then the next state. The blues went south to north, got electrified and even sanctified.
The blues got mixed up with jazz and gospel and rock and roll.”
— Cornel West
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An Abstract From 2007 1 comment
Abstract Art (Feburary 6, 2007) by kenne
A first exercise
Practicing different skills
Shapes, colors, and lines.
— kenne
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Forest Floor In The West 2 comments
Forest Floor In the West — Abstract Art by kenne
Almost 100 fires and complexes are burning over one million acres across the United States. Thousands of wildland firefighters
and support personnel are assigned to incidents. To date, 34,411 wildfires have burned 2,255,218 million acres.
Now more than ever, we need your help to prevent wildfires. When you work and play in our precious public forests,
parks and rangelands, it is critical for you to be fire safe. Have spark arresters on equipment and vehicles like chain saws,
motorcycles and all-terrain vehicles. Exhaust systems on any vehicle can easily ignite vegetation, so drive and park in
designated areas keeping off and away from dry grass and brush. Taking these simple steps can keep our natural resources
from going up in smoke. — National Interagency Fire Center
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Desert Morning — Abstract Art 2 comments
Desert Morning — Abstract Art by kenne
The rivers are dry
Residents are out early
A mourning dove coos.
Record temps daily
Excessive heat warnings out
Thank God for AC.
— kenne
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Where Am I? 2 comments
Abstract Art by kenne
Where am I?
Where do I want to be?
Is more effort needed?
An assessment
may create more questions,
in an upside-down world
where the normal order
is reversed.
Effort is good,
but too much is bad.
Can the key to life
be knowing how much effort
is enough?
“The more I try to stay
on top of water
the more I sink,
but when I try to sink,
I float.”
— kenne
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The Hanging Tree 2 comments
The Hanging Tree — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Morning walks where dead trees
take on a new life near the trail
by the Tanque Verde wash.
Falling limbs are collected
always searching for a design
transforming life in a new way.
A treasure awaits the hiker
in a state of things recovered
only the eye of the wise can see.
Make the invisible become visible
breaking the pact with the unseen
each day’s magic moment.
— kenne
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More Alike Than Different 5 comments
More Alike Than Different — Abstract Art by kenne
More Alike Than Different
Look at us,
we look alike —
similar lines,
curves,
colors,
so much in
common.
We came together
seeking
to be one,
symmetry of
differences
reflected
in the other
as a circle of one.
Connected by
the rhythm
of wave lines,
slowly becoming
lost
in a moving maze —
drowning
in a sea of
Self-indifference.
Look again,
our eyes looking
beyond the other —
connections weakening
in our
once upon a time
circle of one.
Our circle of one,
now a reflection,
a hurtful delusion
of what was,
leaving only
a few lines
connecting
the symmetry of
pleasure and pain,
vanished as a whole.
Fabric
of the whole
lost,
no longer
a balance
between
pleasure and pain,
now a distant
Dylan sound,
“Behind
every beautiful thing,
there’s some
kind of pain.”
— kenne
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Abstract Art — What Do You See? Leave a comment
Abstract Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
What do you see there?
A bird’s nest?
A hand holding
A women’s breast?
Naked bodies dancing?
An old man sitting
Drunkenly on a barstool?
But, does it really matter
For time will remove the filters.
— kenne
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Abstract Morning Leave a comment
Abstract Morning — Art by kenne
You should always know when
you’re shifting gears in life.
You should leave your era,
it should never leave you.
— Leontyne Price
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Chaos — Abstract Art by kenne
I’m not sure the words ocean and sea
mean the same to you and me.
Ninety-five percent universal confusion,
dark matter was born with the legitimacy
of an onion, the roar of a lion.
I sit in the rumble seat of judgment,
I damn myself for entertainment,
for wasting time on hopeless entertainment.
I am guilty of snarling lines, Gordian
knots in my “Shakespeare” fishing reels.
I must untangle this because eels
have hearts like us. The enemy
is symmetry.
In the spring of content,
I trust glorious chaos. I smell in disorder
the outhouse of order.
— from Chaos by Stanley Moss
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Pipevine Swallowtail Abstract Leave a comment
Pipevine Swallowtail Abstract — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual.
Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom.
If one could but recall his vision by some sort of sign. It was in this hope that the arts were invented.
Sign-posts on the way to what may be. Sign-posts toward greater knowledge.”
— Robert Henri
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I saw her coming.
The version of myself I wanted to see,
I saw her in the corners of my eyes,
I felt her shouting at me from the future,
So loud I heard it through another dimension,
I felt her overwhelming confidence and
Clear sense of direction shaking the ground as I pass by her image
So much so that I forget about the past;
It melts away with her words, at her resurrection
As I make her come alive time after time,
My Alter Ego.
She lies within me and sometimes, if you look closely
You can see her within the cracks of my skin,
Beneath the fragments of my broken heart when,
Against all odds, I must find strength.
— from Alter Ego by Adrianna Franklin
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Birds Flying, an Abstract — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Snowbirds
The big birds feel
it in their feathers
nature’s call
to start the long
flight to their
northern home
having spent
winter near shallow
desert waters.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 