
Bonsai Tree (The Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens) — Image by kenne
“There are no borders in bonsai,
the dove of peace flies to palace
as to a humble house,
to young as to old,
to rich and poor.”
— John Naka
Bonsai Tree (The Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens) — Image by kenne
“There are no borders in bonsai,
the dove of peace flies to palace
as to a humble house,
to young as to old,
to rich and poor.”
— John Naka
Bonsai Bose Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Loneliness is creeping in on my moments of solitude.
After a busy day, I have always enjoyed those moments of solitude,
an opportunity to relax and ponder existence. But with age,
solitude has become a prison of living day to day with weary pain.
I was a runner for years, then I became a jogger, now a walker
just trying to keep my balance. The change over time was slow enough,
allowing adjustments to the aging process. But in recent years,
the decline has begun to move at a hurried pace.
Strenght has disappeared, limbs have grown stiff, and every function
less accurate with every fiber of my being frail and overwrought with life.
So, here I am, imprisoned in the last stage of life, soon to become an empty ghost.
Still, I’m reminded, being old is a privilege.
— kenne
First Camellia Bonsai Blossom — Image by kenne
One year ago October, our friends Kathy and Bob from Winchester, Virginia visited us. They gave us our first camellia bonsai tree. Since then I have been careful to make sure it was watered regularly here in the desert southwest. Although it is typically a late fall blooming plant, the little tree didn’t have any blossoms when we receive it. So, we have been anxiously waiting for it to bloom this fall, wondering if the buds were ever going to open. This image is the first blossom.
Thanks again, Kathy and Bob for the lovely bonsai.
— kenne
Bonsai Hotel — Image by kenne
“Remember, when moving,
There is no place that doesn’t move.
When still,
There is no place that isn’t still.
First seek extension, then contraction;
Then it can be fine and subtle.
It is said,
If others don’t move,
I don’t move.
If others move slightly,
I move first.”
Source: Unknown
A Recent Addition from Kathy & Bob, a Camellia Bonsai — Image by kenne
Foemina Juniper Bonsai at the Huntington Museum & Gardens — Image by kenne
— kenne
Bonsai Art — Image by kenne
— kenne
Red, White and Blue Bonsai — Image by kenne
— kenne
The Shape of Bonsai — Image by kenne
— kenne
Schefflera Bonsai Painting — Image by kenne
— kenne
(This bonsai started life in the sub-tropic climate of the gulf coast many years ago. We moved it with us to Tucson where it loss its leaves, but has come back strong. I will be trimming it back and repotting this winter — life goes on in the desert for this indestructible bonsai.)
The Zen of Visual Imagery — Image by kenne
I love all facets of making visual imagery, e.g., writing, music, cameras, catching the moment, editing the moment to share my perspective of the experience — I could go on and on. For me, visual imagery is a passion.
In recent years I have been able to spend more time with this love, even getting into digital video and taking on a lot of digital media projects. However, as with any endeavor, doing it full-time can reduce the love affair to being just another relationship — creativity suffers in the relationship and obsession overtakes passion. To maintain a harmonious balance between passion and obsession, I:
By balancing passion with obsession, we can maintain the thrill in the passion. Georgia O’Keeffe had a passion for the desert, but it was her obsession with how to represent it that led to her imagery of bleached bones. One can have a passion for mountain climbing and have a goal of reaching the top, but as Robert Pirsig, author of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance has written, “To live for some future goal is shallow. It’s the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.” Only then will you experience real passion; only then will you indeed be alive.
— kenne
Related articles: