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Bee on Blue Dicks   Leave a comment

Miller Creek TrailBee on Blue Dicks — Photo-Artistry by kenne

when I paint

the canvas grows

getting attention

through the window

coaxing the shadows

by invisible lines

letting the colors

come to life

— kenne

 

Searching For The Moment   Leave a comment

Blue Dick-1240-Edit-1-art-Edit-2-art-72Blue Dicks Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Every moment of searching
is a moment of encounter.

— Paulo Coelho

Blue Dicks — Spring Is In The Air   Leave a comment

Blue Dicks-72Blue Dicks — Image by kenne

More violet than blue
They are beautiful, who cares
Blue or purple dicks.

— kenne

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!   Leave a comment

Miller Creek TrailBee Approaching Blue Dicks Blossoms — Digital Art by kenne

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
— from “Song of a Man Who Has Come Through” by D. H. Lawrence

Capturing The Moment — Blue Dicks   Leave a comment

Blue Dicks (1 of 1) art blogBlue Dicks — Image by kenne

blue dicks wildflower

every boy plays with this name

double entendre

— kenne

Wildflower Images, February 25, 2014 Nature Walk   7 comments

Wildflower Images, February 25, 2014 Nature Walk by kenne [Place cursor over image to see name of flower, and/or click on any image to see slideshow.]

“Strolling on, it seems to me
that the strangeness and wonder
of existence are emphasized here,
in the desert,
by the comparative sparsity of the flora and fauna:
life not crowded upon life
as in other places
but scattered abroad in spareness and simplicity,
with a generous gift of space
for each herb and bush and tree,
each stem of grass,
so that the living organism
stands out bold and brave and vivid
against the lifeless sand and barren rock.
The extreme clarity of the desert light
is equaled by the extreme individuation of desert life-forms.
Love flowers best in openness and freedom.”

— Edward Abbey

Bee On A Blue Dicks Wildflower   Leave a comment

Miller Creek TrailBee On A Blue Dicks Wildflower — Image by kenne

The Bee

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!

— Emily Dickinson

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