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Blue Dicks Painting   Leave a comment

King Canyon To Wasson Peak

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Last Day For The Tucson Rodeo   3 comments

Tucson Rodeo 02-17-13Images by kenne

Today was the last day of the 2013 Tucson Rodeo. This posting contain some of the images I captured last Sunday.

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Growing Up Listening To Border Radio   Leave a comment

imus-lrBruce Robison and Kelly Willis on Imas In The Morning

Living in the mid-west in the 60’s, many of us would frequently listen to the powerful radios on the Mexican border. The Austin singer/songwriters Bruce Robison and Kelly Willis have a song that captures the times.

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Capturing The Moment — Desert Sunset   1 comment

Wed Walk In Sabino Canyon

Desert Sunset — Image by kenne

Blue Moon Painting   5 comments

RiverBlueMoon7.4 IV Painting blog“Blue Moon” — Image by kenne

Posted January 24, 2013 by kenneturner in Art

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A Tucson Winter Sunset   6 comments

Sunset On Blackett's Ridge blog

Photo-Artistry by kenne

A Gallery of 2012 ImagesThat Appeared On “Becoming is Superior to Being”   6 comments

The following gallery contains

a representative review

of the many photos contained

in the 519 postings in 2012,

which had over 46,000 views.

What an enjoyable year of

photographing nature and sharing them —

the best example I know of

“Becoming is Superior to Being.”

HAPPY NEW YEAR, 2013!

kenne

(Click on any of the thumbnails to see larger views in a slideshow.)

Comparing Artistic Styles — Norman Baxter & Claudia Galassini   2 comments

Norman Baxter

Norman Baxter Signed Print of the 1972 Houston Skyline

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“Today something different: can you find Ladybug?” The work of Claudia Galassini, which she posts on her blog, “The Sofi’s World

One of the blogs I follow is “The Sofi’s World.” Yesterday she posted the above illustration, which immediately reminded me of the Norman Baxter print we have in our study. For years, Baxter’s illustrations appeared on the cover of some cities Yellow Pages, which was the case of the 1972 Houston Yellow Pages.

— kenne

Purple Flower   1 comment

Image by kenne

Purple

Purple is flowers
Purple is royalty
Purple is for longing
Purple is my saddened tears
Purple smells like grapes in the middle of April
Purple tastes like wine on a Sunday morning
Purple sounds like a hippo in the wilderness making his calls of pain
Purple looks like a little child gripping onto her sister’s hand
Purple feels like baby smooth skin
Purple makes me feel sadness
Purple is a reminder of Jordan 

Brooke Audino

I get pissed off when someone walks by a purple flower and don’t noticed it.

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Posted September 9, 2012 by kenneturner in Art, Capturing the Moment, Life, Nature, Photography, Poetry

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He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother   1 comment

He Ain’t Heavy . . . — Image by kenne

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another

It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

He’s my brother
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother…

 — Bobby Scott and Bob Russell

Panorama View On The Wild Burro Trail In The Tortolita Mountains   2 comments

On The Wild Burro Trail In The Tortolita Mountains. This Image Is A Photomerge of Three Photos Taken With A Nikon D200 Using A 12-24mm Lens — Image by kenne (Click On The Image To Get A Bigger View.)

Capturing The Moment — Shadow On The Wall   4 comments

 

Shadow on the wall

a mark soon to fade,

escaping

with the setting sun.

Still-life in the darkness

the magic of light gone,

missing

its shadow companion.

Captured and marked

by pixeled contrast,

painting

with a digital palette.

 

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Unleashed — Edilio Ciclostile Makes My Day!   1 comment

Things that make my day:

Nature

Love

Creativity

Music

Here’s a video that delivers all!

A tip of the hat to Citizen Cope!

For more,

check out Edilio Ciclostile’s blog.

kenne

Dance With The Wind   2 comments

“Dance With The Wind” — Image by kenne

Dance with the Wind

I don’t remember the first time I was asked,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
However, I do remember it was not the last,
Each time dancing out who I wanted to be.

The image of my being transformed through the movement,
More than motion, more than a reflex, it was a feeling.
In my youthful freedom of expression, adults loved the movement,
An awareness of freedom often lost in their youth.

With age, answering the question became more difficult,
Movement seemed to lose feeling as if going through the motions.
I became more under the influence of fashion,
Unaware of the freedom evoked by experiencing the feeling.

Through schooling, I mastered well the steps of the dance,
With each step, my field of vision became narrower.
The more I did the steps, the better I dealt with the known,
Unaware of self-imposed limitations placed on the unknown.

Going through the movement was not without the guiding music of my
Mother’s words, “…always act with class,” are playing in the background.
The music of these caring words handed me a line to the kite of life,
Without it, I would not be able to dance with the wind. 

Doing my best to hang on to the lifeline,
I soon learned the wind was my friend.
Without an alliance with the wind, the music
Was diminished of any feeling for the dance.

By maintaining an alliance with the environment,
Every step in the dance is in movement with the music of life.
Once again, others can see the feeling of movement,
Living the purpose of life through becoming.

Becoming is understanding the essence of being,
Dancing in the wonder of things all around,
Moving in the midst of existence,
The dance always new, personal, and alive.
 

— kenne

(A draft of this poem was first written December 2000.)

Posted January 1, 2012 by kenneturner in Art, Life, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry

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Hole In The Wall — What A Work Of Art   5 comments

“Hole In The Wall — What a Work of Art” at the J. Paul Getty Museum– Image by kenne