A Summer Solstice Sunflower Bouquet
Sunflower bouquet
On a day the sun stands still,
A love expression.
— kenne
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A Summer Solstice Sunflower Bouquet 1 comment
Capturing The Moment — Love Tree Leave a comment
“Love Tree” — Image by kenne
Love carved on the tree
Was captured for the moment,
Not consummated.
–kenne
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Capturing The Moment — The Sensual Touch 1 comment
The Sensual Touch — Image by kenne
you can touch stars
by touching your loved ones
and learning who you are
heat runs in your veins
awakening the passion
rejoicing as one
— kenne
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A Mother’s Love Returned, Laboring In Gratitude 11 comments
Jeri, Mother Virginia, Joy & Jody (July 8, 2012) — Image by kenne
Less than three weeks ago, Joy was in southern California planning her mother’s 90th birthday celebration with sisters Jody and Jeri. This past Tuesday, she returned, this time to her mother’s deathbed. This afternoon Virginia passed away peacefully. She is survived by her eight children, many grand and great-grandchildren.
The only thing greater
than a mother’s
undying love
is the combined love
returned to her
by those she loves,
laboring in their
song of gratitude.
— kenne
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Nature’s Bowl Of Love 1 comment
Nature’s Bowl of Love — Image by kenne
Nature’s bowl of love
Beauty to the eye and heart,
“Earth laughs in flowers.”
— kenne
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Three Years Ago Today In Tucson 2 comments
On January 8, 2011, and nineteen people were shot in a supermarket parking lot in Tucson, Arizona — six people died.
In Front of Representative Gabrielle Giffords’ Office In Tucson
Impromptu Memorials at The University Medical Center — Images by kenne
Words of Sadness
We love you . . .
Get well . . .
Get well soon . . .
Forever in our hearts . . .
Hope . . .
Thank you . . .
Peace . . .
1.8.11 Never forget . . .
Tucson loves you . . .
Our hearts and our prayers . . .
Peace, hope happiness . . .
Never succumb to the temptation of bitterness . . .
Gabby’s tough . . .
Tucson loves Pam . . .
Spread love, give love, be love . . .
Peace, love, happiness to all . . .
LOVE . . .
kenne
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Amōre Leave a comment
Amōre — Image by kenne
Serenata
by Federico Garcia Lorca
The night soaks itself
along the shore of the river
and in Lolita’s breasts
the branches die of love.
The branches die of love.
Naked the night sings
above the bridges of March.
Lolita bathes her body
with salt water and roses.
The branches die of love.
The night of anise and silver
shines over the rooftops.
Silver of streams and mirrors
Anise of your white thighs.
The branches die of love.
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A Tint Of Red 2 comments
A Tint of Red– Image by kenne
A tint of red soothes
Suggesting the warmth of love,
Human existence.
— kenne
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Happy Birthday, Kate 3 comments
Image by kenne
May you never stray from the true path of who you are as you continue your amazing journey.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATE!
With much love,
dad
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My Sunflower Leave a comment
Sunflower Image by kenne
My Sunflower
Sunflower.
Smile
in my dream.
Sunflower.
Orange
touch of gold.
Sunflower.
Big
as the sky.
Sunflower.
Blossom
trying to turn.
Sunflower.
Gift
without pushback.
Sunflower.
Close
to the breast.
Sunflower.
Cunning
among lovers
kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Just Like The White-Winged Dove 2 comments
One of the signs of spring in the Sonoran Desert is the return of the white-winged doves. — Image by kenne
edge of seventeen
by Stevie Nicks
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Who who who
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby
Nothin’ else mattered
He was no more than a baby then
Well he seemed broken hearted
Something within him
But the moment that I first laid
Eyes on him all alone
On the edge of seventeen
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
I went today maybe I will go again
Tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly
Familiar
And I see you doing
What I try to do for me
With the words from a poet
And the voice from a choir
And a melody nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
The clouds never expect it
When it rains
But the sea changes colors
But the sea
Does not change
And so with the slow graceful flow
Of age
I went forth with an age old
Desire to please
On the edge of seventeen
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
Well then suddenly
There was no one left standing
In the hall yeah yeah
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin’ for an answer,
Up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find an answer
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird singing
Come away come away
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
Well I hear you in the morning
And I hear you
At nightfall
Sometime to be near you
Is to be unable to hear you
My love
I’m a few years older than you
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she’s singing
Oh baby oh said oh
(Click here to listen to “edge of seventeen”)
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The Light Of My Soul — Come To Me 2 comments
Come To Me — Image by kenne
The light
of my soul
coming from
the inside out
knowing that
you feel it —
so why slight it
when you want it?
. . . come to me
lie down beside me
your don’t have to explain,
I understand.
— kenne
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Saguaro Love In The Sonoran Desert 7 comments
Saguaro Cactus in The Tucson Mountains — Image by kenne
“Ouch, not too close, I don’t want to get a whisker burn!”
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The Memory Tree — Two Years Out 3 comments
In Memory of Margarita Berg — Images by kenne
We never met Margarita Berg. She was diagnosed with cancer about the time we move to Tucson, passing away three months later.
During her last few months, Margarita and David would spend time walking their dog on the trails along the banks of the Tanque Verde Wash
(I originally thought it was the Rillito River.) and used dead tree limbs to create art stations along the many trails in the near-by Tanuri Ridge desert park.
When not hiking the many in southern Arizona, I often walk the trails along the wash, which is how I learned about the trail art
and the memorial David had created in Margareta’s memory. (Click here to read more in an earlier posting on the Memory Tree.)
About a month ago I took my camera with me on a morning walk along the wash. When I came upon the Memory Tree,
fresh flowers had been placed at the base of the tree, causing me to realized that it was near the time of Margarita’s passing away anniversary.
I didn’t see David and his dog. I haven’t seen him for over a year now. I know he still walks his dog near the wash and regularly drops rose pedals at the base of the tree.
kenne
Tanque Verde Wash
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Capturing the Moment — Purple Cactus Leave a comment
Purple Cactus — Image by kenne
Purple, The Color
Representing various shades,
Combining hot red, cool blue —
Nature loves purple.
The richness of deep, dark purple,
Symbolizing authority, royalty,
Clothed in mystery.
Lighter shades are romantic,
Delicate, considered precious —
Adding excitement.
Linking the wisdom of blue,
With the love of red,
A haze in my eyes.
kenne
