Archive for the ‘Capturing the Moment’ Tag
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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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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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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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 (“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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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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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 — Photo-artistry by kenne
Petals like sunflakes,
spilled across the desert floor—
Thurber’s silent cheer.
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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 — Photo-artistry by kenne
I finish each day at whiskey o’clock.
— kenne
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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 San Diego– Photo-Artistry by kenne
I think we all see the world from our own little unique bubble.
— Julie Taymor
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Costa’s Hummingbird — Another View — Image by kenne
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Silver-spotted Skipper — Image by kenne
Transparent gold spots
Ragged around the edges
Late in the season.
— kenne
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A Little Holidays Touch In The Bedroom — Image by kenne
HAPPY HOLIDAYS, 2023
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
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