Houston’s Trudy Lynn (October 24, 2002) at Houston’s Photofest — Image by kenne
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Houston’s Trudy Lynn Leave a comment
Photographs Haunt Us Leave a comment
La Paz, Bolivia (08/17/19) — Image by kenne
“Narratives can make us understand.
Photographs do something else: they haunt us.”
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Texas Johnny Brown (11/15/09) Image by kenne
A Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
— Langston Hughes
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A Standoff 2 comments
Birds On The Tuichi River, Bolivian Amazon (8/23/19) — Image by kenne
me ignoring you
ignoring me.
— dmperez
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Columbine In Black and White 1 comment
Columbine Wildflower In Black & White — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Seed Pod Dispersal 1 comment
Seed Pod Dispersal — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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A Spoken Word Event (04/24/04) — Image by kenne
“People don’t choose dreams. Dreams chose them. So the question I’m getting to is,
do you have the courage to grab the dream that picked you?
That befits you and grips you?”
— Prince Ea
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Two Doves On A Limb Leave a comment
Two Doves On A Limb — Image by kenne
Two doves on a limb
In a couscous state of being
Await their next move.
— kenne
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A Desert Morning And Poetry In The Age Of Novel Coronavirus Leave a comment
A Desert Morning In The Age Of Novel Coronavirus — Image by kenne
Midnight poems are bicycles
Taking us on safer journeys
Than jets
Quicker journeys
Than walking
But never as beautiful
A journey
As my back
Touching you under the quilt
Midnight poems
Sing a sweet song
Saying everything
Is all right
Everything
Is
Here for us
I reach out
To catch the laughter
The dog thinks
I need a kiss
Bicycles move
With the flow
Of the earth
Like a cloud
So quiet
In the October sky
Like licking ice cream
From a cone
Like knowing you
Will always
Be there
All day long I wait
For the sunset
The first star
The moon rise
I move
To a midnight
Poem
Called
You
Propping
Against
The dangers
— Bicycles by Nikki Giovanni
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Saguaro Cactus — Black & White Photograph 1 comment
Saguaro Cactus (Sabino Canyon Recreation Area) — Black & White Image by kenne
“I tried to keep both arts alive, but the camera won.
I found that while the camera does not express the soul,
perhaps a photograph can!”
— Ansel Adams
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High Contrast B&W Photo Leave a comment
Tall Saguaro Cactus In Sabino Canyon — High Contrast B&W Photo by kenne
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Bug Springs Trail B&W Photo Leave a comment
Bug Springs Trail B&W Photo by kenne
The lower part of this Bug Springs trail in Santa Catalina Mountains trail was
destroyed by a wildfire in the early 2000s. In the years since then, the ground cover
has returned now, providing a carpet at the feet of the few remaining burnt trees.
— kenne
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Death 2 comments
Image by kenne
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Twenty-Year-Old B&W Photo 2 comments
Twenty-Year-Old B&W Photo — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Twenty-year-old B&W photo
Our smiles tell the story
We were both in our 50s
Wiser now in our 70s
Living each day knowing not
What tomorrow may bring
Not living the stories of the past
Living each moment holding hands
Throughout all these rumbling years
Time has brought about changes
Still, our love for each other
And our smiles remains the same
— kenne
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Gone, But Not Forgotten Leave a comment
Mean Gene Kelton at The Rhythm Room On Washington in Houston, June 14, 2003 — Image by kenne
gone
Smokin’ Joe’s Roadhouse, gone
The Rhythm Room, gone
Mean Gene Kelton, gone
gone, yes, but not forgotten —
the blues will never die.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 