Archive for the ‘Black & White Photography’ Tag

Watching Time Go By   2 comments

Rainbow“Watching Time Go By” (Nicaragua, 2007) — Image by kenne

Muddy rut-carved roads
in the Nicaraguan mountains
we reach a village in a 4X4
where women and children
wait out the day, men having
left before daylight in
backs of pickup trucks.

A young woman stands
in the open doorway

I try not to see her as
an object 
to be photographed
for my travel photo journal,
instead 
to capture a story
to be told by the viewer.

— kenne

 

 

Push Ridge Wilderness — Black & White Photograph   2 comments

Shadows in the Woods-8545-2 blogBlack & White Image by kenne

Summer monsoon sky
Cast shadows over Push Ridge
Mountain wilderness.

— kenne

hiking friends — black and white in shades of gray   Leave a comment

Box Springs TrailImage by kenne

friends hiking Box Camp
naturalists lead the way
for fellow hikers 
      always stay on the marked trail
            black and white in shades of gray

-- kenne

This World Exceeds Stillness   Leave a comment

Friday with Friends & Molino Basin to Prison CampBug Springs Trail Landscape — Black & White Image by kenne

Silent knowledge —

the spirit is enlightened of itself.

Contemplate the void:

this world exceeds stillness.

— from Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems, by Gary Snyder

The Picture   Leave a comment

girl-eating-b-w-blog“The Picture” (December 10, 2016) — Image by kenne

The picture was there in my mind,
it always had been.
To capture it I must first find it —
suddenly, the scene was set
repeating what was now scripted.

— kenne

Windswept Grasslands   Leave a comment

Bug Springs 2012Windswept Grasslands in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

Taking inspiration from the likes of Lewis Carroll, Robert Frost and Carl Sandburg.

Branches reach into the dark sky

over windswept grasslands,

directing our eyes and ears

to the relationship between

the living and the dead.

— kenne

Black and White Sisters   1 comment

kids-1-of-1-blog-iiBlack and White Sisters — Image by kenne (October 2006)

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One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There’s only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

One came the road that I came—
And wore my last year’s gown—
The other, as a bird her nest,
Builded our hearts among.

She did not sing as we did—
It was a different tune—
Herself to her a music
As Bumble bee of June.

Today is far from Childhood—
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter—
Which shortened all the miles—

And still her hum
The years among,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her Eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.

I spilt the dew—
But took the morn—
I chose this single star
From out the wide night’s numbers—
Sue – forevermore!

— Emily Dickinson

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