Climate Change — Abstract Art by kenne
black and gray
drowns
out the blue
oceans
full of plastic
poison
in our water
virus
in the air
deserts
are dryer
water
in the streets
glasers
are melting
forests
are burning
times
are changing
— kenne
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Climate Change 9 comments
December Full Moon with Effects 1 comment
December 29, 2020 Full Moon with Effects — Images by kenne
My soul’s shadow
raps around the moon.
My heart is resting
in a bed of dreams.
My eyes open wide
just before dawn.
— kenne
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Upper Sabino Canyon Panorama Leave a comment
Three images merged in Photoshop to create this Panorama by kenne
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The Santa Catalinas Are Covered In Smoke 1 comment
Smoke covers the Catalinas today. With the use of Photoshop and a Dehaze filter,
I created this less smokey image. — kenne
Under androgynous sky
Sun or moon
Father or mother
The camera never lies
But the photographer
Knows how to fib
— Patrick Jennings
(The Bighorn Fire remains only 19% contained.)
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Still Life Shadows — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Look around the room
Still life shadows on the wall
Moving with the light.
— kenne
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Remembering Dr. King Leave a comment
Image by kenne (January 15, 2010)
“It was the spring of 1968 and I had taken a week off to join college friends in Daytona Beach, Florida. Our sunburns had not yet turned to tans and we had barely finished the first of several cases of Old Milwaukee beer (with pull tops, a recent innovation) when President Johnson shocked the nation by announcing that he would not seek another term. The Vietnam War had worn him down — and out.
And then four evenings later there was a commotion.
“They killed the nigger! The nigger’s dead!” cried a group of drunken college students as they danced and whooped in the parking lot of the motel adjacent to ours. “They killed the nigger!”
My Old Milwaukee high evaporated in a flash. We turned on the television. Dr. King had been gunned down at a Memphis motel. I wanted to hurt those students. I wanted to throw up.
We drove north the next morning. As we approached Washington, there were huge black clouds of smoke over the city. We overtook a convoy of troop carriers filled with National Guardsmen, rifles slung over their shoulders. The riots following Dr. King’s murder were well underway, and the New York Avenue corridor of tenements, flophouses, liquor stores and churches in Northwest Washington was in flames. It was hard to drive around the city in those days, but we found a detour.
The rioting spread, and the next night. I was again in newspaper reporter’s mufti and took my Daytona tan down to The Valley, a poor neighborhood in Wilmington, Delaware where young blacks were skirmishing with the city police and National Guard. There were fires and intermittent gunfire from snipers atop the row houses. At one point a bullet whizzed over my head. Yes, just like in the movies.
I was still shaking when I got back to my apartment the next morning. I cried over the inhumanity of my fellow man, for my black friends and for Dr. King.”
— from “Remembering Dr. King & The Never Ending Struggle For Civil Rights” by Shaun Mullen (January 16, 2012)
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Cooper’s Hawk — Photo-Artistry 2 comments
Cooper’s Hawk (Sabino Canyon Recreational Area) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A swift predator
In Sabino Canyon skies
Visitors delight.
— kenne
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The Miracle of Life Leave a comment
Female Phainopepla Photo-Artistry by kenne
It is necessary to run risks.
We only properly understand
the miracle of life when we
allow the unexpected to happen.
— Paulo Coelho
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Raven Lovebirds On Christmas Eve 2 comments
Raven Lovebirds On Christmas Eve — Photo-Artistry by kenne
two ravens in a tree
on Christmas Eve
showing affection
bobbing heads in
silent communication
when with a quick nod
one flies off signaling
the other to follow —
contemplate the void
suddenly my eyes blear.
— kenne
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Out On A Limb 2 comments
“I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part of God.”
— Ralph Waldo EmersonShare this:
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Mushroom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Mushroom Transportation
A pinch of color
in a morning
of black and white
beginning to glow
as if a light emerging
from the dark earth.
— kenne
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Sonoran Desert Painting 2 comments
Sonoran Desert Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Colors outside the lines
melting strokes on
a canvas of butter.
— kenne
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Main Dock of the Bay — Digital Art by kenne
Just resting my bones
At the main dock of the bay
Nothing’s gonna change.
— kenne
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Saguaro Hole In The Sky 2 comments
Saguaro Hole In The Sky — Computer Painting by kenne
Desert sky heats up
Flames of fire paint the sky
Just in my mind’s eye.
— kenne
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Tanuri Ridge Sunrise 2 comments
Tanuri Ridge Sunrise — Computer Art by kenne
Morning
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.
— Billy Collins
