Pelican Head — Image by kenne
Archive for the ‘Capture the Moment’ Tag
I Need My Pelican Head! 1 comment
Spring Time In The Desert 2 comments
Ocotillos In Bloom — HDR Image by kenne
Red torches light up
The desert in the springtime
Many shades of red.
— kenne
House Finch On Ocotillo — Image by kenne
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Jackson Square Window 2 comments
Jackson Square Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Over the last forty years, Joy and I have spent many days in one of our favorite cities, New Orleans.
In this image, she looks away because she is not feeling well, so we stop for a bite to eat.
Looking back on this moment, it was probably not the best time for me to photograph her.
“Only women hold back the pain.”
— kenne
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Gila Monster — Image by kenne
Their movement is slow
Blending in with dead branches
Our presence ignored.
— kenne
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Look Now Before It’s Gone Leave a comment
Look Now Before It’s Gone — Image by kenne
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Borderland Moon Leave a comment
Borderland Moon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the night-thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
— from Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Hummingbird At Feeder #2 Leave a comment
Hummingbird At Feeder #2 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
bird against the sky
keeps visiting our feeder
for another drink
careful, it can become addictive
— kenne
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Desert Landscape — Image by kenne
“Alone in the silence, I understand for a moment the dread which many feel in the presence of primeval desert,
the unconscious fear which compels them to tame, alter or destroy what they cannot understand, to reduce the wild
and prehuman to human dimensions. Anything rather than confront directly the anti-human, that other world
which frightens not through danger or hostility but in something far worse – its implacable indifference.”
― Edward Abbey
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Life Turned Around 3 comments
Turned Around — Image by kenne
Turned around,
Here am I.
Knowing how,
Not the why.
Young in heart
Old in age.
Feeling the itch,
Pacing the cage.
Inner peace,
Knowing the thou.
Learning to write
Thesis of now.
Turned around,
Found love.
Living the moment,
Free as a dove.
Still learning,
When to talk.
Listening for,
Beat of the walk.
Reality is now,
Truth in the heart.
Singing the knowledge,
Requiem to smart.
Turned around,
Found beauty in art.
Traveling the future,
With Dylan and Descartes
— kenne
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The Yellow Rose Of Arizona 1 comment
The Yellow Rose of Arizona (Prickly Pear Blossom) — Image by kenne
May brings on a bounty of cactus blossoms, and among them is the yellow prickly pear blossom,
our “yellow rose of Arizona.”
— Kenne
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Columbine In Black and White 1 comment
Columbine Wildflower In Black & White — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Silverpuff — Capture The Moment Leave a comment
Silverpuff — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Capture the moment
First a beautiful yellow
Becoming silver.
— kenne
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Naturalist 1 comment
Naturalist — Image by kenne
NATURALIST
She cares about the environment
She questions the conditions
She seeks knowledge
She answers the questions
She is a problem solver
She accepts the facts
She shares her world
She sees limitless horizons
She lives in the moment
She is a naturalist.
— kenne
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Giving Thanks For Beautiful Sunsets 3 comments
November Sunset — Moment Captured by kenne
Nature provides the beauty
and at best, I can only try,
try to capture the moment
for which, I’m thankful.
— kenne
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Dragonfly 1 comment
Blue Dragonfly — Image by kenne
The Dragon-fly
Today I saw the dragon-fly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Becoming is Superior to Being 