Tucson Sunset — Image by kenne
Archive for the ‘Capturing the Moment’ Tag
Not Just Another Sunset Leave a comment
Tucson sunsets are never
The sky turns red
Fishing In A Texas Cove Leave a comment
Art by kenne
the cove turned gold
at sunset.
the fish stopped biting.
the beer ran out.
still,
I hated to leave.
sometimes a day is successful
because nothing happened
except the day itself.
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Street Musician 2 comments
Street Musician — Portrait by kenne
A cowboy with a ukulele—
hell, I’ve seen stranger things.
He’s strumming “Blue Moon”
like it’s the last beer in town.
The mustache curls like smoke—
every note a small mercy
for a world gone rough.
Kids stare,
a dog yawns,
the street sways a little
in the rhythm of don’t care.
— kenne
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Drifting In Time 2 comments
Three One-Mast Boats — Art by Katie Turner Bailey
Drifting In Time
Three masts pierce the dying sky.
One carries fire.
One carries shadows.
One carries nothing—
yet the sea claims all.
Time leans close.
The horizon burns.
And we hear,
from somewhere deep,
their slow, doomed song.
— kenne
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Good Morning World Leave a comment
Morning Glory — Image by kenne
Morning Glory
This morning glory
doesn’t waste time.
She opens up wide at sunrise,
says, “Well, good morning, world,”
like some old neighbor
leaning on the fence.
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September Sunset Leave a comment
Patio Sunset–Image by kenne
September Sunset
The sky doesn’t console—
it interrogates.
Beauty here is provisional,
a vanishing thesis of light.
Orange dissolves into ash.
The mountains pretend to remember.
We pretend not to fear
the argument of shadows.
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Grand Teton Mountain Range 3 comments
Grand Teton Mountain Range (“Grand Teton” means “large teat” or “large breast” (téton) in French)– Image by kenne
Late in the day,
the Tetons shoulder dusk,
veiled in darkened cloud.
Peaks like solemn sirens
hold the last thin edge of light,
silent, immovable.
Storm or night will come,
but the mountains do not stir—
they endure it all.
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Hiking Vermillion Cliffs National Monument 1 comment
Vermillion Cliffs National Monument — Image by kenne
Stone waves frozen mid-surge,
vermillion ridges unfolding
like the ribs of the earth.
Bootsteps press into silence,
sandstone breathing heat
from centuries of sun.
Every turn opens another cathedral—
walls painted in rust and gold,
arches carved by wind and time.
Hiking here is a passage
through color and quiet,
where the desert
writes its scripture in stone
on a canvas of earth and time
spread wide beneath the sky.
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Photographer at Home Leave a comment
In the Patio shade after a long hike
After the hike, on the patio’s calm,
boots kicked off, legs still humming.
A bourbon rests in hand—
amber catching the low sun.
The photographer sees shapes in shadows,
the poet folds them into quiet lines.
Here, both are at home,
letting the day slip into night.
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Thurber Cinquefoil Wildflower 2 comments
Thurber Cinquefoil Wildflower — Photo-artistry by kenne
Petals like sunflakes,
spilled across the desert floor—
Thurber’s silent cheer.
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San Diego Bubbles Leave a comment
San Diego Bubbles — Image by kenne
San Diego Bubbles
She is just a passerby
He is curious.
— kenne
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December Happy Hour 2 comments
December Happy Hour — Photo-artistry by kenne
I finish each day at whiskey o’clock.
— kenne
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Pelican Harvest 2 comments
Brown Pelican Harvest — Image by kenne
“What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my own vitals?”
— William Congreve
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Bubbles In The Air 1 comment
Bubbles In The Air San Diego– Photo-Artistry by kenne
I think we all see the world from our own little unique bubble.
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Costa’s Hummingbird — Another View Leave a comment
Costa’s Hummingbird — Another View — Image by kenne
