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The Poet Is Sighing   1 comment

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-2-Art-72A Jackson Square Morning — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The fog begins to lift
cobblestones still wet
from a passing shower —
the poet is sighing.

Cathedral bells ring
pigeons flying off
leaving their home —
the poet is sighing.

I can lose myself
in the French Quarter
in its endless embrace —
the poet is sighing.

Deep shadows in
alleys behind iron gates
guarding tropical courtyards —
the poet is sighing.

A lone musician
plays a jazz tune
not seen, but heard —
the poet is sighing.

Artists make their way
down to the square where
they hang their painting —
the poet is signing.

Morning life in the square
repeats again and again
the movement of generations —
the poet is signing.

A child of the mist
catches my attention
in my camera’s eye —
the poet is signing.

We bookmark each moment
looking at you again,
Renaissance and me —
the poet is signing.

— kenne

Foggy Morning On The Square   Leave a comment

Morning French Quarter (1 of 1)-6-SQ-72Foggy Morning On The Square (Jackson Square) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Andrew Jackson square,

Originally Place d’Armes,

Where artists gather.

— kenne

Foggy Morning In New Orleans   2 comments

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-art-72Foggy Morning In Jackson Square — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

“Is It, Or Is It Not?”   1 comment

Foggy Morning — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Is it, or is it not?”

Look Again,
The image you see
Is not what is.

Look again,
The image you see
Is not what was.

Look again,
The image you see
Is not what will be.

Look again,
The image you see
Is not what is real.

— kenne

Foggy Morning In New Orleans   3 comments

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-72Foggy Morning In New Orleans (December 2014) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Beauty in the Rain

If you fancy that you have an eye for beauty,
test it on a rainy day…
A cold and foggy day that wears no make-up.
Test it in the shades of gray
that consume the sun and rob the flowers of their colors,

leaving them forlorn in dingy places
like tired and aging ballerinas in faded dancing clothes;
huddling in the drafty wings of empty opera houses.

Gaze across the rooftops and the chimneys,
painted like Utrillo’s Paris
On the canvas of the smoke and fog
of a dying afternoon in winter.

It takes no eye for beauty
to find it on a lovely day.
It thrusts itself upon you
in the sunshine and the warm.

But it hides; becomes aloof, elusive
in the cold and in the rain.

— Jim Metcalf

 

Jackson Square Foggy Morning #2   1 comment

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-2-Edit-3-art-blogJackson Square Foggy Morning #2 — Photo-Artistry by kenne

you may see
what I see
doesn’t
really matter
to me
I was there
you were not
the feeling exists
without words
still the painting
may fill the void
with layers
and filters
creating
a new
human touch —
if you can feel it.

— kenne

Foggy Morning In Jackson Square   Leave a comment

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-Edit-5-art-blogFoggy Morning In Jackson Square, New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Christmas on the Square
Lights of the night are now out
Only red remains.

The fog settles low
After the celebrations
Hugs you to the bone.

— kenne

 

Foggy Morning   Leave a comment

FoggyWinterMorning0232 I blogFoggy Morning (The Woodlands, Texas, March 2003) — Image by kenne

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.   

— Carl Sandburg 

Capturing The Moment   2 comments

Foggy Morning Painted — Image by kenne

Posted April 8, 2010 by kenneturner in Art, Photography

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