Canyon Morning-Glory Grunge Art — Image by kenne
Dust on the petals,
sun in its face—
the flower blooms
without asking permission.
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Canyon-Morning Glory Art Leave a comment
Dust on the petals,
My Stardust Dreams Leave a comment
My Stardust Dreams — Grunge Art by kenne
My Stardust Dreams
Past, resisting replay,
but for the stardust of yesterdays—
yesterdays imparting
their quiet time and place,
gently massaging forgotten dreams.
Dreams giving clues
to stardust memories,
memories fading for now,
yet reborn in imagination.
Imagination touching the soul,
engaging new moments—
moments steeped in rapture,
in the joy of our love.
Love, living yesterday’s stardust,
the music of today’s legends—
legends lighting our essence,
the fragile flame
upon which the future rests.
— kenne
The taboo against nakedness is an obstacle to a decent attitude on the subject of sex.
— Bertrand Russell; Marriage and Morals; 1929
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Wild Cotton Blossom Grunge Art 2 comments
Wild Cotton Blossom — Grunge Art by kenne
As long as we are persistence in our pursuit of our deepest destiny,
we will continue to grow. We cannot choose the day or time when we will fully bloom.
It happens in its own time.
— Denis Waitley
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Wildflowers (July 30, 2014)– Grunge Art Leave a comment
Wildflowers (July 30, 2014) — Grunge Art by kenne
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Cocklebur Art 1 comment
Cocklebur — Grunge Art by kenne
Cocklebur was first
Science used the idea
Created velcro.
Used to fasten things
Without a hammer and nails.
— kenne
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Nevermore Its Name Leave a comment
Raven — Grunge Art by kenne
Nevermore its name
A fittingly cloudy day
Deep into darkness.
— kenne
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Grunge Wildflower Art 2 comments
Lanceleaf Goldeneye — Grunge Art by kenne
Persevere
The fisher who draws in his net too soon,
Won’t have any fish to sell;
The child who shuts up his book too soon,
Won’t learn any lessons well.
If you would have your learning stay,
Be patient – don’t learn too fast;
The man who travels a mile each day,
May get round the world at last.
— from the Children’s Book of Virtues
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Geometric Grange Art by kenne
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:
Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.
Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one …
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
— Wallace Stevens
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Camphorweed Grunge Art Revisited Leave a comment
Camphorweed (10/07/16) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
nature
is the cradle
providing a
dominion
for my images.
each image
has its place,
putting down
roots
in wandering
eyes
passing by.
— kenne
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A Phainopepla Weathering In Sabino Canyon Leave a comment
Male Phainopepla — Grunge Art by kenne
Most phainopeplas spend the summers feeding on insects up in the nearby mountain only to return to places like Sabino Canyon feeding mostly on desert hackberry, wolfberry, and desert mistletoe berries.
— kenne
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Seed Pods — Grunge Art 1 comment
Seed Pods — Grunge Art by kenne
“We live our lives, made up of a great quantity of / isolated instants /
So as to be lost at the heart of a multitude of things.”
— John Ashbery
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She Does Her Own Thing 4 comments
Photo-Artistry by kenne
I want real things — live people to take hold of
— to see — and talk to —
Music that makes holes in the sky —
— Georgia O’Keeffe
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Our Window Of Yesterday Days — Revisited 2 comments
Photo-Artistry by kenne
Our Window Of Yesterdays
Like Cinderella’s
Glass slipper
Only one pair
Had the right fit.
In life’s early years
It took time
Searching
For the right fit —
Trying on
Many different shoes
Before the music
Brought us together.
I
Slipped into you
Tying you
To my body –
Knowing
Only you
Could get so close.
We
Have walked
Many miles
Not always in step
But at the start of each day
You were there.
You
Supported each step
Through the good times
When we danced together
And the bad times
When the music stopped.
Over the years
I knew
Where we were going
You knew
Where we had been
As our souls
Have now worn thin —
Broken
Held together by twin
Only now expressing
The secret face
Of our enter selves.
Having been seduced
By a lover’s
Darkest kiss
No longer laced together —
Merely to be left behind
In the window
Of yesterdays
Kissed only
By tomorrow’s sun.
— kenne
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When It Comes To People’s Safety Money Wins Out Every Time Leave a comment
Gil Scott Heron — Grunge Art by kenneIt stands out on a highway
Like a Creature from another time.
It inspires the babies’ questions,
“What’s that?”
For their mothers as they ride.
But no one stopped to think about the babies
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Just thirty miles from Detroit
Stands a giant power station.
It ticks each night as the city sleeps
Seconds from anniahlation.
But no one stopped to think about the people
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
The sherrif of Monroe county had,
Sure enough disasters on his mind,
And what would karen Silkwood say
If she was still alive?
Like a Creature from another time.
It inspires the babies’ questions,
“What’s that?”
For their mothers as they ride.
But no one stopped to think about the babies
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Just thirty miles from Detroit
Stands a giant power station.
It ticks each night as the city sleeps
Seconds from anniahlation.
But no one stopped to think about the people
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
The sherrif of Monroe county had,
Sure enough disasters on his mind,
And what would karen Silkwood say
If she was still alive?
That when it comes to people’s safety
Money wins out every time.
And we almost lost Detroit
This time, this time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
You see, we almost lost Detroit
That time.
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
And how would we ever get over…
Cause odds are,
We gonna loose somewhere, one time.
Odds are
We gonna loose somewhere sometime.
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Didn’t they, didn’t they decide?
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
Damn near totally destroyed,
One time.
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
We almost lost detroit…
Money wins out every time.
And we almost lost Detroit
This time, this time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
You see, we almost lost Detroit
That time.
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
And how would we ever get over…
Cause odds are,
We gonna loose somewhere, one time.
Odds are
We gonna loose somewhere sometime.
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Didn’t they, didn’t they decide?
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
Damn near totally destroyed,
One time.
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
We almost lost detroit…
— Gil Scott Heron – We almost Lost Detroit
Watch YouTube Video, “We Almost Lost Detroit” — https://www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=cpNUqNe0U5g
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Sleepy Orange Butterfly on a Cholla Cactus — Grunge Art by kenne
Saying nothing… sometimes says the most.
— Emily Dickinson
