Expanding My Golden Columbine Wildflower Consciousness — Image by kenne
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Expanding My Golden Columbine WildflowerConsciousness 1 comment
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Abstract Art #86 — Image by kenne
There is no abstract art.
You must always start with something.
Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.
— Pablo Picasso
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Bird On A limb 4 comments
Bird On A Limb — Computer Art by kenne
On an outing to photograph
wildflowers and butterflies
a little bird kept chirping,
as if to get my attention.
Staying on point,
I tried ignoring her —
the conditions for
photographing her
were not good,
but she was persistent.
So, ignoring problems with
lighting and distance
I answered her call
taking two shots.
Later, at home
I downloaded the image
and as expected,
it was not good.
But, something
about the little bird
kept getting my attention,
so I created away
to share her
in the blogosphere.
— kenne
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Peace of Mind Leave a comment
Sunset image on the back of Matt Bailey’s motorcycle by Katie Turner Bailey, computer art rendering by kenne
“Peace of mind produces right values,
right values produce right thoughts.
Right thoughts produce right actions
and right actions produce work
which will be a material reflection
for others to see of the serenity
at the center of it all.”
— from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig
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Prickly Pear Fruit Still Life 1 comment
Prickly Pear Still Life (August 3, 2015) — Computer Art by kenne
Yesterday, the blossoms of the barrel cactus, today the fruit of the prickly pear cactus.
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Above the Dam 2 comments
Above Sabino Creek Dam (August 3, 2015) — Image by kenne
In the shade of desert willows
the creek flows from
recent mountain rains
bringing a welcome nip
to the summer desert heat.
— kenne
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Carpenter Bee Computer Art 1 comment
Carpenter Bee Computer Art by kenne
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Painted Lady Butterfly Computer Painting 1 comment
Painted Lady Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I love photographing flowers,
except when it’s windy.
Photographing butterflies
can be frustrating —
they keep moving whether
or not, the wind is blowing.
Once I have the photograph
I can say things painting
in colors and layers
I can’t say with words.
— kenne
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Ready To Blow In The Wind — Two Computer Art Images 2 comments
“Ready to Blow in the Wind” — Computer Art by kenne
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Just A Little Country Blues 1 comment
Hayes Carll, Heritage Place, Conroe, Texas (August 2, 2007) — Computer art by kenne
“I’m gonna holler and I’m gonna scream
I’m gonna get me some mescaline
She brings me roses and a place to lean
A drunken poets dream”
— Hayes Carll
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A Lonesome Dove 1 comment
A Lonesome Dove — Image by kenne
Each spring a pair of
white-winged doves
return to our patio area
and each year I welcome
the morning cooing calls,
sometimes on the front
courtyard wall as I leave
to go hiking or a morning run.
Later in the day,
always near sunset,
I see them at the patio fountain
for an end of day watering —
they may not know it
but we have become close friends
over the five years
we have called Tucson our home.
The other day as I returned from
an early morning run
I noticed a dove
on the street circle grassy area
face down
tail feather pointed up,
almost instinctively
I began to look around —
there on the courtyard wall
was a lone dove
looking toward the circle.
Later that morning I saw him
in a mesquite tree near the circle —
and for days now I see
him as if without looking.
Slowly I have accepted
that my friend
has lost a friend.
Now only one dove
visits the fountain at sunset.
I have begun to noticed
morning cooing again,
maybe, just maybe my friend
will find a new friend.
— kenne
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Giving it the good fight. Leave a comment
“I Am Woman” — Computer Art by kenne
“If you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives,
relatives and maybe even your mind.
It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park bench.
It could mean jail.
It could mean derision.
It could mean mockery–isolation.
Isolation is the gift.
All the others are a test of your endurance,
of how much you really want to do it.
And, you’ll do it,
despite rejection and the worst odds.
And it will be better than anything else
you can imagine.
If you’re going to try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that.
You will be alone with the gods,
and the nights will flame with fire.
You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.
It’s the only good fight there is.”
— Charles Bukowski, Factotum
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Jazz At The Old Pueblo 3 comments
Jazz at the Old Pueblo — Image by kenne
“Do you hear a sound?
That sound isn’t promising anything
or proving anything
or explaining
or excusing anything
or meaning anything
or, pardon me for speaking rankly—
selling or buying anything.
Truth doesn’t sell or buy: truth sings.
I hear singing.”
— E. E. Cummings
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Bourbon Street Trash 2 comments
Bourbon Street Trash — Computer Art by kenne
Bourbon street trash
stacked for pick-up
captured without a flash
part of my street mockup.
I don’t like to rhyme
and as you can tell
it’s a waste of my time
since I don’t excel.
My words are trash
They could stand a tune-up
from Mr. Balderdash,
which would make it a tossup.
— kenne
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The Purpose Of Life . . . 4 comments
Arizona Wine Country — Image by kenne
“The purpose of life is not to be happy.
It is to be useful,
to be honorable,
to be compassionate,
to have it make some difference
that you have lived and lived well.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
