Sunlight Through The Aspens on Mt. Lemmon– Computer Painting by kenne
When the mind’s eye rests on objects illuminated by truth and reality,
it understands and comprehends them, and functions intelligently;
but when it turns to the twilight world of change and decay,
it can only form opinions, its vision is confused and its beliefs shifting,
and it seems to lack intelligence.
— Plato, Republic
August Wildflower — Computer Painting by kenne
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Great Horned Owl at The Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum — Computer Painting by kenne
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Tucson Basin — Computer Painting by kenne
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— William Blake
Dry Wildflowers — Computer Painting by kenne
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Another World — Computer Painting by kenne
— kenne
Computer Painting by kenne
Spiritual enlightenment can be reached
through relaxing in a thought bubble
causing a comfortable feeling with
being a completely ordinary person
becoming vulnerable to the world.
— kenne
Summerhaven, Mt. Lemmon — Computer Painting by kenne
Cabin in the woods
a place to be alone
imposing my philosophy
on no one else, writing
words once forgotten
now for future thought.
Once erect, now bent
I stand with a head high
walking the nearby trails
where I stop a hiker
hoping I might share my
knowledge of the mountain.
Catalinas, Catalinas,
beautiful mountains
with your many biomes —
the queen of diversity
soon to be memories
in a time lost in my mind.
— kenne
Painting by kenne
Crossing The Border
Rainbow Clouds — Computer Painting by kenne
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Wired” — Computer Painting by kenne
a poem is
a dragonfly
darting near water
looking
for a place to rest upon
filled with freshness.
a poem is
of flight down
by the creekside —
standing water.
a poem is. . .
a poem is
wired.
— kenne
Wildflowers On Mt. Lemmon — Computer Painting by kenne
wildflowers
on the mountain
stories
of peaceful times
yellow
on a confess of
green
bees in flight
back and forth
freedom
under blue skies
Friday hikes
where are they going
doesn’t matter
or does it
— kenne
Untitled Sunset Layers by kenne
— kenne
Computer Painting by kenne
— from One Day by Philip Levine
Computer Painting by kenne
You ask me what’s a coyote fence? A crooked line of cedar poles
Surrounding our adobe, our refuge from the road
Some nights we can see light of fires as Indians dance
And the eyes of God shine through the coyote fence.
— from “The Light Beyond the Coyote Fence” by Tom Russell
