Image by kenne
“. . . I now find the most marvelous things in
the everyday,
the ordinary,
the common,
the simple and tangible.
For example:
one cloud floating over one mountain.”
— Edward Abbey
Archive for the ‘B&W Photography’ Tag
One Cloud Floating Over One Mountain 1 comment
Street Magic 2 comments
Street Magic In Las Vegas — Image by kenne
Everywhere you look
Vegas is an illusion
Running from the truth.
— kenne
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I Pray To The Birds 1 comment
Mockingbird Silhouette by kenne
“I pray to the birds because
they remind me of what I love
rather than what I fear.
And at the end of my prayers,
they teach me how to listen.”
they remind me of what I love
rather than what I fear.
And at the end of my prayers,
they teach me how to listen.”
―
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Playing With An Old Black & White Print Leave a comment
Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Look,
There’s a spider.
A good year for spiders
Or so and so seems,
Incessantly weaving
Such gossamer schemes.”
— from Ken Nordine’s – A Good Year For Spiders
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Swashbuckling Brother Gets An Unwanted Helping Hand 2 comments
Swashbuckling Brother Gets An Unwanted Helping Hand — Image by kenne
“The energy of hatred will get you nowhere:
but the energy of forgiveness,
which reveals itself through love,
will transform your life in a positive way.”
— Paulo Coelho
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Otherside of Nowhere 1 comment
“Old Watering Hole” — Black & White Image by kenne
OTHERSIDE OF NOWHERE
Still dusty and dry
the old place ain’t
what it used to be.
In the desert it’s hot
Thirsty for summer rains —
Yesterday was windy.
Vultures circle above
I turn away only to look back
Disappearing into clear air.
The mountains sweep up
As if floating a gray color
Over the old corral.
Soft breeze at mid-day
Vanes slowly turning
The noisy water pump.
A shadow network
Of the sunshine moves
Across dry sandy ground.
I cut down an agave stalk
To become my walking stick —
An old phase made real.
High on the ridge-side
I follow my own trail
To the otherside of nowhere.
— kenne
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Watching The Parade Go By Leave a comment
Watching The Parade Go By (Tucson St. Patrick Day)– Image by kenne
Standing or sitting
the parade goes by.
Children screaming
their laughter rings.
One time she did the same
now an emptiness from
which joy comes producing
flashbacks in her mine.
If she wrote poems, they
would reach helplessly
towards forever-lost pasts
only to glimpse the future.
— kenne
