Tucson Sunset Clouds — Panorama by kenne
“Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky.”
―
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Tucson Sunset Clouds Leave a comment
Clouds Float By 1 comment
Clouds — Image by kenne
Clouds float by
Just like ships at sea
In the sky.
— kenne
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Beautiful Sedona Panorama Leave a comment
View of Sedona from Airport Road — Panorama by kenne
Clouds under a blue sky
can’t resist reaching down
kissing the red rocks
of beautiful Sedona Arizona.
— kenne
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A Tucson Sunset Leave a comment
A Tucson Sunset — Panorama by kenne
Beautiful sunsets need clouds in the sky.
— kenne
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Panoramic View From The Patio Leave a comment
Panoramic View From The Patio After Monsoon Rains — Photo-Artistry by kenne
clouds hug the mountains
after monsoon rains move on
my heart leaps with joy
— kenne
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Remaining Clouds After Monsoon Rains 1 comment
Remaining Clouds After Two Days of Monsoon Rains — Image by kenne
some clouds hang around
after days of monsoon rains
hang on or let go
— kenne
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Clouds 1 comment
Clouds — Image by kenne
“Art is not difficult because it wishes to be difficult,
but because it wishes to be art.”
— Donald Barthelme
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Christmas Day Clouds Leave a comment
Christmas Day Clouds Forcast Rain with Snow in the Mountains Around Tucson — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A Desert Christmas Day
The morning sun drives rays
of light through the canyon peaks.
The wind is beginning to pick-up
pushing parts of the sky together
opening windows to the heavens
through which life’s passions erupt in
stories becoming the makings of myths.
— kenne
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Today I thought . . . Leave a comment
Rock Formation Along Catalina Highway — Image by kenne
Today I thought of monsoon skies,
with big puffs of white cotton
gaining height in the midday blue.
Today I thought about the rain,
falling on the mountains
soaking nature’s soul.
Today I thought about raindrops
leaving prints on everything they touch,
congregating down the mountain streams.
Today I thought of my print
walking with nature
aligned with its very being,
my being communicating with its soul,
entering into a dynamic creative flow
experiencing nature’s bonding reality,
connecting all things in a meaningful whole
through which an allowance, a trust,
opens the vessels of my very being,
allowing my snapshots to profile nature’s
abundance of comfort and wealth,
in the horn of plenty on life’s table
where each moment captured becomes
a reminder that “life is just a leap of faith —
so spread your arms and hold your breath . . .”
Today I thought . . .
kenne
(A tip of the hat to Guy Clark.)
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Sunday Before Memorial Day Sunset 1 comment
Sunday Before Memorial Day Sunset — Image by kenne
When there are no clouds in a desert sunset, it’s just another beautiful sunset. But when clouds move in the sunset takes on something special, which gives me a reason to capture nature at its best.
— kenne
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I Love Hugs 3 comments
Clouds Hugging the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Welcome your friends with a smile and a hug!
— Robert Fulghum
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Happiness Is What You Make Of Life 2 comments
Clouds Over the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“Too many Americans have twisted the sensible right to pursue happiness into the delusion that we are entitled to a guarantee of happiness. If we don’t get exactly what we want, we assume someone must be violating our rights. We’re no longer willing to write off some of life’s disappointments to simple bad luck.”
— Susan Jacoby
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“Lift Yourself High Enough To See Beyond Horizons.” 2 comments
Clouds — Image by kenne
“A cloud does not know why it moves
in just such a direction and at such a speed…
It feels an impulsion…
this is the place to go now.
But the sky knows the reasons
and the patterns behind all clouds,
and you will know, too,
when you lift yourself high enough
to see beyond horizons.”
— Richard Bach
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Clouds Sing, But Not In Vain Leave a comment
“Cloud Music” — Computer Art by kenne
Not in Vain
When the afternoon dies
and age advances with
its disconcerting turns
when silence
falls silent for the last time
and the voice disintegrates
in the cracks of the soul
and the word extinguishes its lantern
before dawn falls
over streets and mountains
and the spirit closes its windows
to shut out the morning’s light,
only music will be left, little one,
music, to remind us
that not everything is in vain.
— Lucha Corpi
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Illustrious the Sky 2 comments
Illustrious the Sky (August 15-16, 2015) — Images by kenne
Splendor of ended day floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past,
Inflating my throat, you divine average,
You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing.
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.
Illustrious every one!
Illustrious what we name space, sphere of unnumber’d
spirits,
Illustrious the mystery of motion in all beings,
even the tiniest insect,
Illustrious the attribute of speech, the senses, the body,
Illustrious the passing light—illustrious the pale reflection
on the new moon in the western sky,
Illustrious whatever I see or hear or touch, to the last.
— from Song at Sunset by Walt Whitman
Becoming is Superior to Being 