Justin (the Photo Boomer), Joy, and Kenne, in Galveston — Image Scanned in 2006 from the Late 1980s
different bodies
same minds
unlike for B. B.
the thrill remains
— kenne
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Different Bodies, Same Minds 2 comments
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Grand Canyon Portrait — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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The Person You Were And The Person You Become 1 comment
Self-portrait with a picture of Katie on the Wall (Approximately 1979)
“No one can tell what goes on in between
the person you were and the person you become.
No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell.
There are no maps of the change.
You just come out the other side.
Or you don’t.”
— Stephen King; The Stand
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Why! 2 comments
Self Portrait by kenne
Why!
Trying to understand why
Only to be shattered
By the emotions of others.
Still, I will stubbornly
Continue seeking answers
By connecting dots —
Dots that blow in the wind
Like the tumbleweeds
No longer grounded
Fueling fires of fear
Widening the desert
Of intellectual ignorance.
— kenne
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Self Portrait 6 comments
Self Portrait (Summer, 2015)
To have never sought courage
Will be to have never turned the corner.
To have never shared a thought
Will be to have never seen a sunset
To have never used these words
Will be to have never written a poem.
— kenne
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Notepad Caricature From The 1970’s 2 comments
Kenne caricature from 1970’s notepads redesigned and framed — yes, I used to smoke a pipe.
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Bourbon on the Rocks 2 comments
Kenne philosophizing on becoming the next president of the Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN),
after returning from visiting friends and family in east Texas.
no leaders, please
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself
don’t swim in the same slough.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself
and
stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
change your tone and shape so often that they can
never
categorize you.
reinvigorate yourself and
accept what is
but only on the terms that you have invented
and reinvented.
be self-taught.
and reinvent your life because you must;
it is your life and
its history
and the present
belong only to
you.
— Charles Bukowski
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Capturing The Moment — Burnt Forest 1 comment
Image by kenne
My name is, kenne,
I cry and curse each wildfire
Breathing dust and smoke.
— kenne
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When Real Seems Unreal 2 comments
Kenne In Zion National Park (June 10, 2014) — Image by Joy
Photoshop or not,
Nature is so beautiful
Real seems unreal.
Look for the beauty
You will find it everywhere,
Real or unreal.
— kenne
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“She Was Just There” 10 comments
“She Was Just There” — Images by kenne
her sensual look
invited me to enter
but I resisted
— kenne
adding more color
I was feeling hot and weak
by her many lips
as I kissed her lips
she began to lose color
turning black as night
— kenne
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Colorado River In Canyonlands National Park 4 comments
Colorado River In Canyonlands National Park, Utah — Computer Painting by kenne
Dusty summer earth
Colors deepen with the rain
Over the canyons.
— kenne
Canyonlands National Park, Utah — Computer Painting by kenne
Majestic canyons
A land of many contrasts
Cotton clouds soften.
— kenne
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Katelyn Spends The 4th Of July Holiday In Tucson 4 comments
Kate at Windy Point Vista
David and Kate at Windy Point Vista
David and Kate at Windy Point
David and Kate at Windy Point Vista
David and Kate at Windy Point
David and Kate at Windy Point Vista
Hiking the Mt. Lemmon Trail Near the Lemmon Rock Lookout
Docent Paul with David and Kate at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
Docent Paul with David and Kate at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
Docent Paul with David and Kate at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
Kate and David at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
Kate in the Bat Area at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
David and Kate in Tanuri Ridge pool
David and Kate in Tanuri Ridge pool
David and Kate in Tanuri Ridge pool
David and Kate in Tanuri Ridge pool
David and Kate in Tanuri Ridge pool
Kate swings at the ball
Fireworks seen from our nighborhood
David, Katelyn and Granddad
Images by kenne (Click on any of the tiled imaged to see larger view in a slideshow format.)
Granddaughter Katelyn and son Kenne David left this morning, returning to Houston after four-plus days here in Tucson. This was their second visit after three years. We made an effort to do as much as possible in the desert summer and the beginning of the monsoon season, which began while they were here.
Photos of Katelyn and poetry about her have been part of several posting over the last ten years — she will be eleven this September. Here’s one of the poems:
The Eyes Tell You
Little girls have a mysterious power,
But not all can feel it – when she does,
You can see it in her eyes.
As she matures, she is driven
To climb the tower of perfection,
Always resisting her own indifference.
Her enigmatic power is needed
To stir the artist inside,
To triumph over the unenlightened.
In her own way, she will find something new,
Something never before encountered
Placing art in a world void of feeling.
Inventive, she will act,
Sometimes seeking out failure
In order to turn it into a triumph.
Once her power is transformed
By the magical virtue of art,
Loving and understanding becomes simpler.
# # # # #
Now that they return home, I ponder —
Children and grandchildren
are the beautiful mysteries
that drive our emotions
stirring each moment we share,
not knowing if the same emotions
transcend each communication in the moment,
ending in emotional question marks.
kenne
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Now That You Are Gone 1 comment
“Saying Goodbye I” — Image by kenne
Now that you are gone
Images and words flash by
Moment after moment.
I count syllables
To say how much we love you
This my own bye-ku.
— kenne
“Saying Goodbye II” — Image by kenne
“Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death,
but genuine pain doesn’t live in the spirit,
nor on these terraces of billowing smoke.
The genuine pain that keeps everything awake
is a tiny, infinite burn
on the innocent eyes of other systems.”
— Federico García Lorca
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We All Need The Blues 1 comment
The Hummingbird Inspires Music Leave a comment
Juvenile Anna’s Hummingbird (?) — Image by kenne
I fly to the “Flight of the Bumblebee”
I dance to “Shout”
I sing to “The Power of Love”
I live to the “Songs of Life”
I create to “Kind of Blue”
— kenne
“The right notes can fertilize
the sound of a composition
that it can make the sound grow;
much like adding lemon
to fish or vegetables
that bring out the flavor.
That it’s your sweat.”
— Miles Davis
Broad-billed Hummingbird — Image by kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 
We all need the blues
To better understand life
All its ups and downs.
— kenne
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