Hiking Ventana Canyon Trail in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Images by kenne
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Silhouette — Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it . . . 2 comments
Silhouette — Granddad and Grandson (Kenne Jaxon) at Sunset
if—
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
— Rudyard Kipling
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I-10 In West Texas 1 comment
I-10 In West Texas — Image by kenne
I-10 —
A road
That never leads
To nowhere.
— kenne
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Aging Is An Arch Leave a comment
The Arches of Del Sol — Image by kenne
Aging is an arch
Reflecting experience
Upon which to build.
— kenne
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Windmill On Hope Camp Trail Leave a comment
Windmill On Hope Camp Trail — Image by kenne
Where do you go
when you’re
Already gone?
— kenne
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Street Festival 1 comment
Street Festival –Image by kenne
The festival was always a place of unrestrained joy. The costumes lit up the summer’s day,
a riot of colour to rival any gardener’s paradise. Music filled the air,
festive beats lifted the spirits and made the people want to move, jump and sing.
It was a time to celebrate being alive, celebrate the wonders of creation
and be one with the community. The air tasted so heavenly with the chefs alongside
the parade, every delicious thing ready to be shared with friends.
— Angela Abraham
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One Cloud Floating Over One Mountain 1 comment
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
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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
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Old Man With Suspenders — The Curse Of Getting Old 1 comment
Old Man with Suspenders — Image by kenne
Curse of getting old —
Need suspenders for your pants
Need help with your dick.
To avoid the curse
Stay active, healthy, off drugs,
Monitor her moods.
— kenne
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Rillito Park Racetrack Photo Essay, Sunday, February 25, 2018 2 comments
Rillito Park Racetrack Photo Essay, Sunday, February 25, 2018 — Images by kenne
