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
Three One-Mast Boats — Art by Katie Turner Bailey
— kenne
Morning Glory — Image by kenne
Morning Glory
Patio Sunset–Image by kenne
September Sunset
Grand Teton Mountain Range (“Grand Teton” means “large teat” or “large breast” (téton) in French)– Image by kenne
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.
In the Patio shade after a long hike
Thurber Cinquefoil Wildflower — Photo-artistry by kenne
San Diego Bubbles — Image by kenne
— kenne
December Happy Hour — Photo-artistry by kenne
— kenne
Brown Pelican Harvest — Image by kenne
— William Congreve
Bubbles In The Air San Diego– Photo-Artistry by kenne
Costa’s Hummingbird — Another View — Image by kenne
Silver-spotted Skipper — Image by kenne
— kenne
A Little Holidays Touch In The Bedroom — Image by kenne
Like silence,
I am the sudden entrance
of that feature of the air
among the atmospheres
thathas no voice
butthe whirlwind bringing
the world to its new welcome>
I am the comfort that comes,
that irreproachable and obscure love
the world dies to have
now welcoming
and worth the saving.
— from Grace by Randall Watson
