Archive for the ‘Love’ Tag

Centerpiece Painting   Leave a comment

Centerpiece Painting by kenne

The way to live life is to love many things.

I Give To You A Bouquet Of Flowers   2 comments

Photo-Artistry by kenne

I give to you a bouquet of flowers

in the name of my love for you

on this day and our days to come.

— kenne

An Anniversary Rose   3 comments

A White Rose To Joy On Our Anniversary — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

John Boyle O’Reilly 

Happy Easter from the Sonoran Desert   5 comments

Photo-Artistry by kenne

Have a blessed holiday filled with happiness, love, and faith.

Sisters — One of My Favorite Pictures   3 comments

Sisters, Jeri and Joy (January 4, 2007) — Image by kenne

 “Acquaintances were always on their best behavior,

but sisters loved each other enough to say anything.”

— Lauren Weisberger

The Dominant Themes of Life   Leave a comment

Mt. Lemmon Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne

The Dominant Themes of Life

Time present
Time past
Time Future
Timelessness
Identity
Memory
Consciousness
Humility
Place
Love

— kenne

Love Should Manifest Itself . . .   2 comments

Yellow Cactus Blossoms — Tiled Gallery by kenne

Suffering occurs when we want

other people to love us in the way

that we imagine we want to be loved,

and not in the way that love should manifest itself

— free and untrammeled,

guiding us with its force and driving us on.

— Paulo Coelho

You Are My Valentine   Leave a comment

“There’s More To The Picture Than Meets The Eye”

— Neil Young

Somewhere In Our Past   Leave a comment

Kenne & Joy Many, Many Years Ago –Those Were The Days!

We are not alone.
The world is changing,
and we  are part of that transformation.
The angels guide and protect us.

— Paulo Coelho

Daughter’s Delight — Love Is In The Air   Leave a comment

My mother, Agnes, talking to son, Tom as granddaughter, Katie looks on (04/11/04) — Image by kenne 

Love is in the air

A narrative not needed

The eyes tell it all.

— kenne

Love Is Itself Unmoving   5 comments

Chase w Cap I-art-3-72-2Chase Morris — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.

— Four Quarters by T.S. Eliot

Twenty-Year-Old B&W Photo   2 comments

Joy & Kenne 1999 B&W-2-Edit-1-72Twenty-Year-Old B&W Photo — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Twenty-year-old B&W photo
Our smiles tell the story

We were both in our 50s
Wiser now in our 70s

Living each day knowing not
What tomorrow may bring

Not living the stories of the past
Living each moment holding hands

Throughout all these rumbling years
Time has brought about changes

Still, our love for each other
And our smiles remains the same

— kenne

 

24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home — #1   Leave a comment

Lummi & MCLACThomas R. Turner (May 23, 1942–November 13, 2014) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

This posting is the first of several I will be sharing from a long poem written by Tom
sometime around 1980 after his wife left him. Today is the fifth anniversary of his death.

24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home
(Taken from a Brooklyn Bus Route and the Title of a Blues Album.)

Standing above me in Smith's room 
Awkwardly looking down through a clipped hesitancy 
Our lives came together. 
TURNER 
With all the ambiguity that last name usage implies 
Was what she called me. 
Mannerisms of ingenuousness and a tendency toward the atypical 
Bespoke your ambiance  
                                     (Ineffably I wanted Her) 

That voice - 
Falsetto 
Laced in bursts of Peter's guffaws 
Seemed contrived with a dreamed-of authenticity.  

                                      (Your mouth, my love,the
                                       thistle in the kiss?) 

From within mutually cancelling 
Vignettes of naturalness and gender-cliche' 
She kissed through closed lips of 
Pristine openness. 
Innocently I loved. 

Through summer notes of vulnerability 
Together we embraced an entangled growth of uncertainty  

                                       (Our fictions were tempered in
                                        a painful and inward time) 

Desperate needs equivocated against ordained directions and 
Dead-end holdings of night-bakery-work. 
Even then yours wasn't other-directed but 
A need to keep the Self-absorption of your Ann Arbor soul on a 
Pedastal of conforming difference. 
Eliptically we lived in the interstices 
Between an illusion of  
Fulfillment and letters etched with 
"Know what?"

 

Words Are Powerful!   4 comments

Joy and Kenne Celebrating Her Birthday July 24, 2011

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Hugging-Words — Source PVE

As we grow old, remember to stay young.

As we grow wiser, remember to stay foolish.

As we grow weak, remember to stay strong.

As we grow dull, remember to stay sexy.

As we grow stupid, remember to stay sensible.

As we grow suspicious, remember to stay trusting.

As we grow forgetful, remember to stay attentive.

As we grow gloomy, remember to stay cheerful.

As we grow conventional, remember to stay enlightened.

As we grow frail, remember to stay sturdy.

As we grow, may we stay forever
young,
foolish,
strong,
sexy,
sensible,
trusting,
attentive,
cheerful,
enlightened, and
sturdy — simple words to live by.

Words are powerful!
Why?
Because they can hurt and
they can bring people together.
Both acts have powerful results.
Words divide us.
However,
the power of words
is that once divided,
they can be used
to bring us back together.
We should not allow words
to change our relationships,
because unlike the cucumber
that becomes a pickle
and can never be a cucumber again,
we can break down the walls that divide.

kenne

Been Here Before — A Valentine Message   Leave a comment

joy45sawmill-i_blog-cohenAfternoon Delight — Image by kenne

I’ve been here before
known this place
walked this floor

lived here alone
before, I knew you.

You became my 
photographic muse
an afternoon delight
laying on a bed of red
shadows of natural light.

Blue, blue windows
opened to the sky
clouds move by
casting moments
to dream by.

Morning would come
roosters crowing
at the break of dawn
sheets still damp
moments to live by.

Imagine yesterday’s
times we’ve shared
becoming memories
fueling our tomorrows
filled with timeless love.

Now, everyone can see
you belong to me
knowing it’s so
hard to love, still
we share the look
of satisfaction.

— kenne
(With thanks to Leonard Cohn.)

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