Don’t Fence Me In — Image by kenne
the West
invented itself,
then
reinvented itself —
first by cowboys,
then
by landowners,
which changed its
tone and image,
so much so
now only the
makings of myths,
not history.
— kenne
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Don’t Fence Me In 1 comment
Anticipation Leave a comment
Image by kenne
Anticipating
Waterspouts towering up
Excitement abounds.
— kenne
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Why! 2 comments
Self Portrait by kenne
Why!
Trying to understand why
Only to be shattered
By the emotions of others.
Still, I will stubbornly
Continue seeking answers
By connecting dots —
Dots that blow in the wind
Like the tumbleweeds
No longer grounded
Fueling fires of fear
Widening the desert
Of intellectual ignorance.
— kenne
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Watching Time Go By 3 comments
“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
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Push Ridge Wilderness — Black & White Photograph 2 comments
Black & White Image by kenne
Summer monsoon sky
Cast shadows over Push Ridge
Mountain wilderness.
— kenne
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hiking friends — black and white in shades of gray Leave a comment
Image 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
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This World Exceeds Stillness Leave a comment
Bug 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
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“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
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Windswept Grasslands 1 comment
Windswept 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
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Black and White Sisters 1 comment
Black 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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December Street Photos 1 comment
Images by kenne
In photography, there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality.
— Alfred Stieglitz
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What’s The Good Of It? Leave a comment
Image by kenne
WHAT’S THE GOOD OF IT
He had short patience for scientific study:
All they want to know is why frogs croak.
It’s a philosophical opposition,
his believing in things as only themselves
and the intrusiveness of explanations.
I can’t begin to tell you how much he hated ballet.
What’s the good of it?
He liked The Flintstones and wrestling.
Frogs croak.
Otherwise he liked things that could be
lifted and stacked and put into place.
He thought best with his hands.
He built clocks, cradles, worked a lathe.
He took the world’s measure.
He was good and he was of it.
— Lee Upton
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Ray Bonneville at Ken & Mary’s Blues Project (November 14, 2009) — Image by kenne
Deciphering Visible and Hidden Meanings
Some may call me a photographer,
having an eye for the moment
always looking for the duende.
Catching the edge of life
creating a visual narrative
of what was, what is and will be.
Every moment I capture
starts a journey from
what I found to what found me.
Many layers blending together
shaping a visual attitude
as of my mind’s eye —
Poetry without words,
an expression of existence
in life’s fleeting moments.
Looking for photos within a photo
Catching what others see
Through their camera’s eye.
Having a camera is not
a photographer to be
without being drunk with life —
A passion to do something
without knowing what or why,
making the invisible, visible.
Forming a communication circuit
laminating a soulful spirit
linking an image with viewer —
As with Klee’s quirky angels
where we try deciphering
visible and hidden meanings.
— kenne
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Black & White Street Photo Essay Leave a comment
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Black & White Street Photo Essay by kenne
The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality,
and eventually in one’s own.
— Susan Sontag
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Desert Ranch — Black & White Computer Art
