Desert Landscape In Black and White by kenne
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Desert Landscape In Black and White 2 comments
Nature holds the key to our aesthetic,
Desert Rose Leave a comment
Desert Rose Wildflower — Grunge Art by kenne
As I look beyond the flowers in the canyon
the curvature of the desert basin begins,
rolling across dried river beds to the west
where the sun sets each day
beyond the Tucson Mountains
starting a new day somewhere in the west.
— kenne
Three of A Kind 2 comments
Three of us to march abreast
Down the hills of morrow!
With a clean heart and a few
Friends to clench the spirit to!—
Leave the gods to rule the rest,
And good-by, sorrow!
— from “Three of a Kind” by Richard Hovey
A Desert Shower 1 comment
A Desert Shower — Image by kenne
Because of a little above average annual rainfall, the desert is very green. This shower was part of 1.4 inches in the last 36 hours — loving it!
–kenne
Grunge Art Desert Landscape 2 comments
Grunge Art Desert Landscape — Image by kenne
“Beyond the wall of the unreal city … there is another world waiting for you. It is the old true world of the deserts, the mountains, the forests, the islands, the shores, the open plains. Go there. Be there. Walk gently and quietly deep within it. And then —
May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God’s dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.”
― Edward Abbey
Eyes Closed Creating A Zen Moment 1 comment
“A Zen Moment” — Computer Painting by kenne
Focusing
on the scene
I close my eyes
to what was there
now captured
in my mind’s eye
painting it with
my imagination —
taking a new course.
— kenne
Water Lily — Grunge Art Leave a comment
Water Lily — Grunge Art by kenne
“After all, works of art are always the result of one’s having been in danger,
of having gone through an experience all the way to the end,
to where no one can go any further. The further one goes, the more private,
the more personal, the more singular an experience becomes
and the thing one is making is, finally, the necessary, irrepressible,
and, as nearly as possible, definitive utterance of this singularity…”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Photo Art Leave a comment
Butterfly Art 2 comments
Butterfly Art — Image by kenne
Dancing through the air
I love watching butterflies
Land on wildflowers.
— kenne
Butterfly On Red 1 comment
Shiny Penny at the Original Sagebrush Cantina 3 comments

Dean Schimmelpfennig — Images by kenne
The band Shiny Penny is currently on a tour that will keep them on the road through the end of the year, and last night they played here in Tucson at the Original Sagebrush Cantina.
We have been listening to their music for a while now and live the sound of Shiny Penny. Most of us who love live music know what it’s like to fall in love with the sound and end up being very disappointed with their live performance — not the case with Shiny Penny. This entertaining band grabs you with the first tune, and you are in for a real ride through to the last.
I have some video from last night that I will be editing and post at a later date.
Next stop, San Diego — Follow Shiny Penny on Facebook.
Here’s their latest video, just out October 23, 2018.
Japanese Garden 3 comments
Japanese Garden — Computer Painting by kenne
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My home was at Cold Mountain from the start,
Rambling among the hills, far from trouble.
Gone, and a million things leave no trace
loose, and it flows through the galaxies
A fountain of light, into the very mind —
Not a thing, and yet it appears before me:
Now I know the pearl of the Buddha-nature
Know its use: a boundless perfect sphere.
— Gary Snyder
Corn Maze Shadows Leave a comment
Corn Maze Shadows — Computer Art by kenne
In corn maze shadows
excitement changes the air
as darkness prevails.
— kenne
Clouds Sing, But Not In Vain Leave a comment
“Cloud Music” — Computer Art by kenne
Not in Vain
When the afternoon dies
and age advances with
its disconcerting turns
when silence
falls silent for the last time
and the voice disintegrates
in the cracks of the soul
and the word extinguishes its lantern
before dawn falls
over streets and mountains
and the spirit closes its windows
to shut out the morning’s light,
only music will be left, little one,
music, to remind us
that not everything is in vain.
— Lucha Corpi













