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Bur Marigold Wildflower   Leave a comment

Bur Marigold Wildflower (Bidens aurea) Blooms in September and October
in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Considered the most spectacular of the genus Bidens,
the Bur marigold is not a very common plant.
“Bidens” means “having two teeth,” which references
the hairlike appendages on the fruits.
A deciduous perennial forb.

— Frank S. Rose

Grunge Art Gallery   Leave a comment

Bee and Texas Crescent Butterfly on Bur Marigold — Grunge Art Gallery by kenne
(Click on any image to see larger view in slideshow format.)

I look at the world around me and allow photography to become a record of my living. The process of deciding to take a photograph, what Henri Cartier-Bresson called the ‘decision moment’, the time in which the elements of movement are balanced, has become a continuing process.

As an artist I can modify perspectives before and after the moment. For Cartier-Bresson, “. . . photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event as well as of a precise organization of forms which give the event its proper expression.” By making use of today’s digital tools, the ‘decision moment’ becomes fluid, a ‘constant moment’.

— kenne

“Art has nothing to do with taste. Art is not there to be tasted. ”

– Max Ernst

Desert Wildflower Grunge Art   2 comments

Thursday SCVN Elementary (1 of 1)-12 grunge blogDesert Wildflower (Apache Beggarticks) Grunge Art –Image by kenne

Desert Song

I thirst

for your rivers
your rippling mesas of sand
gold mirrors
on your sinuous curves

I thirst
for the saguaro
for the sweet juice of cactus
in the prickling sweat
of a desert sun

I thirst
for the searing of hot valleys
the bend of shimmer and heat
that bow that arcs the arrow
toward this center, my heart

I thirst
for the bloom, the sweet
languorous smells
this subtle perfume
elusive, as the scuttle of desert life

I thirst
for this tallest, deepest night
of stars and silence
when the moon is only a moon
silvering this light

— Ruth Housman

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