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Tonight We Ride   Leave a comment

Sunset Canyon Shadows_Panorama1 grunge art blogSunset Canyon Shadows — Grunge Art by kenne

Tonight we ride
in the dark shadows 
of sunset canyon 

crossing the border
in the moonlight
down the dusty trail

where the ashes
of the past stir
volver, volver.

— kenne

 

Vineyard   1 comment

Vineyard-2798_art blogVineyard — Computer Art by kenne

Vineyards

When strolling through arbors
choosing poems to intoxicate you,
luxurious good taste demands
I select certain reddish vines.

Your shimmering petals
show succulence.
I desire to swallow you
like vivid heady lines.

— Cleatus Rattan

Border Ranch Painting   Leave a comment

Willow Springs Ranch-0008 art. II blogPainting by kenne

Crossing The Border 

Senescence begins
And middle age ends
The day your descendants
Outnumber your friends. 

— Ogden Nash

Don’t Fence Me In   1 comment

Don't Fence Me In-B&W blogDon’t Fence Me In — Image by kenne

the West
invented itself,

then
reinvented itself — 

first by cowboys,
then
by landowners,

which changed its
tone and image,

so much so
 now only the
makings of myths,

not history.

— kenne 

 

Colorado River In Northwest Arizona   Leave a comment

Colorado River NW AZ-7707 panorama blogA Section of the Colorado River South of Lake Mead In Northwest Arizona
— Panorama by kenne

Advice from a river.
Go with the flow,
immerse yourself in nature,
slow down and meander,
go around the obstacles,
be thoughtful of those downstream,
stay current,
the beauty is in the journey!

— Ilan Shamir

Untitled Sunset Layers   1 comment

Sunset Layers untitled-0412 blogUntitled Sunset Layers by kenne

Pods and seeds unite
Underneath the circling sun
Waiting for the wind.

Flying high above
Planting seeds for tomorrow
Nature works magic.

I paint with new tools
Brushes, filters, and software
To tell my story.

— kenne

 

Posted September 21, 2017 by kenneturner in Arizona, Art, Information, Photoshop, Poetry

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Yes, The Sun . . .   Leave a comment

Sunrise (1 of 1)_art blogComputer Painting by kenne

Yes, the sun
has risen again.
I can hear my heart

regular and strong.
I will live to see
the day end as 
I lived to see earth
turn molten and white,
then to metal,
then to whatever shape
we stamped into it
as we laughed the 
long night hours away
or sang how the eagle
flies on Friday.

When Friday came,
the early hours perfect
and cold, we cursed 
our only lives and passed
the bottle back and forth.

— from One Day by Philip Levine

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