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“She Liberated Me To Life”   2 comments

Joy&Ken -04-Art-72.jpgPhoto-Artistry by kenne (Early 2000’s In The Woodlands, Texas))

Look how far we’ve come
Do we know who we are?
Stranded on a mountaintop
Trying to catch a falling star

Here’s to what we’ve left behind us
Here’s to what we keep inside
May the road that lies before us
Lead to a place where love abides.

— from Love Abides by Tom Russell

Posted February 14, 2020 by kenneturner in Beauty, Information, Love, Love Abides

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Beauty Blooms In Every Wildflower   Leave a comment

Wildflower (1 of 1) art blog quoteComputer Painting by kenne



Yellow Flower — Creating a New Consciousness   Leave a comment

Balboa Park Flowers-1973 blog“Yellow Flower in Circles and Squares” — Image by kenne

Sometimes to appreciate beauty
it must be taken out of context
to capture a new perspective
based on my love of nature, sex
and life in a new consciousness
for the flower is neither
a subject nor an object
apart from being a flower.

— kenne


Katelyn Turner, A Photo Essay   6 comments

Katelyn Turner — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images to see a larger view in a slideshow format.)


Good Morning World   9 comments

Bear Wallow LeavesJust looking for some beauty this morning. — Image by kenne


It’s Not Easy Being Purple   4 comments

Green Mountain, Saguaro, MissionPurple Prickly Pear Cactus — Image by kenne

It’s not easy being purple
you don’t blend in with
so many other ordinary things
And people tend to stare at you
‘Cause you stand out
Like a sore thumb
next to yellow blossoms.


That To Which The Heart Gives Birth   2 comments

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“Window To The Sky”

MMM 02-04-13Images by kenne

The Eye Of The Beholder

IF, as they tell in stories old, 
The waters of Pactolus roll’d 
Over a sand of shifting gold; 

If ever there were fairies, such 
As those that charm the child so much, 
With jewels growing ’neath their touch; 

If, in the wine-cup’s sweet deceit, 
There lies a secret pleasant cheat, 
That turns to beauty all we meet; 

The stream, the fairy, and the wine, 
In the first love of youth combine 
To make its object seem divine. 

No golden sand of fabl’d river, 
No jewel glittering for ever, 
No wine-born vision’s melting quiver, 

In vivid glory can compare 
With that which we ourselves prepare 
To throw round that we fancy fair. 

Never such beauty glittered yet, 
In golden beams of suns that set 
On cupola and minaret. 

Never such beauty met men’s eyes 
In silver light of moons that rise 
O’er lonely lakes ’neath tropic skies. 

The world holds nothing of such worth, 
There ’s nothing half so fair on earth, 
As that to which the heart gives birth: 

External beauties pall and fade; 
But that which my own soul hath made, 
To my conception, knows no shade. 

To every ark there comes a dove, 
To every heart from heaven above 
Is sent a beauty born of love. 

The moonlit lake, the waving trees, 
It is the eye which looks on these 
That makes the loveliness it sees. 

Out of myself the beauty grows, 
Out of myself the beauty flows 
That decks the petals of the rose. 

So, when at Ada’s feet I lay, 
And saw her glorious as the day, 
’Twas my own heart that lent the ray. 

James Lionel Michael

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