An Ensenada Date (January 7, 2007)
Yoga powers.
To make oneself invisible or small.
To become gigantic and reach to the farthest things.
To change the course of nature.
To place oneself anywhere in space or time.
To summon the dead.
To exalt senses and perceive inaccessible images, of events on other worlds,
in one’s deepest inner mind, or in the minds of others.
— Jim Morrison
Arches At Del Sol (October 17, 2015) — Image by kenne
— Homer
“Night Skies” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“You never master the art of photography.
You always just strive to get better.”
— kenne
Abstract Art by kenne
Where am I?
Where do I want to be?
Is more effort needed?
An assessment
may create more questions,
in an upside-down world
where the normal order
is reversed.
Effort is good,
but too much is bad.
Can the key to life
be knowing how much effort
is enough?
“The more I try to stay
on top of water
the more I sink,
but when I try to sink,
I float.”
— kenne
Life Springs Eternal – New Life in the Presence of Death — Image by kenne
— kenne
Royale Street in New Orleans (December 2014) — Image by kenne
For years, after celebrating Christmas with family and friends,
Joy and I would go to one of our favorite ‘getaways,’ New Orleans.
Big Easy dreaming
Strolling through the French Quarter
Existential being.
— kenne
Drawing In The Sand — Image by kenne
He draws in the sand
She watches the tide
Soon to wash away
Leaving behind a surface
Ready for another day.
— kenne
Kenne & Joy Many, Many Years Ago –Those Were The Days!
— Paulo Coelho
Fall Shadows On The Mountain — Image by kenne
— kenne
Nude (1990) — Abstract Art by kenne
My Voice
Within the restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I,
And now the white sails of our ships are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip’s vermilion
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.
— Oscar Wilde
To the Moon
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Oak Tree Gall — Image by kenne
— Alan W. Watts
Desert Abstract Art by kenne
— kenne
“Body of an Old Man Sitting Under the Stars” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from Everyman by Philip Roth
“The poet makes a personal yet universal confession about the walls that bring suffocation to his life.
These walls are related to the social structure, the economy, religion, and much more.
The worst thing is not the existence of these walls, of these limitations of the free development
but the fact that the walls were created before us, so we cannot even notice
their existence and fight against them.”
Walls
— Constantine P. Cavafy
