Kate and Matt (April 1, 2005) — Image by kenne
Memories in time
One of life’s special moments
Love of a daughter.
— kenne
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Kate and Mate 1 comment
Circling the Sky 1 comment
Circling the Sky — Image by kenne
Dreams of tomorrow
Nurture and create a new
My eye in the sky.
Your eye may not see
The ambiguous design
Of a Rorschach test.
Circling the sky
Forming a backdrop somewhere
For one more sunset.
Building memories
Of what memories became
In the good old days.
— kenne
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“Memories” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Truth and our memories are a series of disjointed facts connected by our imagination,
a distortion of our senses which is why life is an illusion.
— kenne
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Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Camera Shop near the corner of Old Santa Fe Trail and E San Francisco Street across from the La Fonda Hotel
was opened in 1937 by Gene Autry. The building is now part of the corner property owned by Ortega & Sons Inc.
The camera shop
The sign says closed, or is it
It’s a mystery.
Questions still remain
Where have all the pictures gone
Memories of old.
— kenne
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Memories Are Washed Away 3 comments
We moved to Tanuri Ridge in June of 2010. In February Margarita Berg a resident of this neighborhood passed away. So we never met Margarita, but feel we got to know her through her husband, David.
David and Margarita would frequently walk their dogs on the trails down by the Tanque Verde Wash. Shortly after we moved here, I discovered the trails and the area designated initially by the Tanuri Ridge developer as a community park.
Anyone who has walked these trails is aware of Margarita’s memorial on a trail nearest the wash. Located at the base of a mesquite tree, approximately thirty feet from the washes edge.
During the winter of 2015, heavy rains in the mountains sent a current of water washing away some of the banks of the usually dry wash.
Then, last week heavy winter participation in the mountains overnight again sent a flash flood down the wash, rerouting the flow.
Noticing the flow of water from our patio that morning, I waited till the afternoon before going down to the wash.
As I walked the trail, I could see trail nearest the wash was gone, so too the mesquite tree with Margarita’s memorial.
The flow of the wash was now down about four feet from its early morning peak. The flooding had been so extensive, socking the land making it too dangerous to go looking for the tree.
I returned the next day to try walking west along the wash.
Looking across the wash, on the newly formed island a tree laid with large roots sticking up. Was this Margrete’s tree?
I wasn’t sure till I spotted a yellow plastic flower hanging in the debris.
Once I downloaded the images, I cropped the image of the downed tree. Over the years since 2011, the memorial has been maintained, adding plastic flowers and hanging trinkets from the tree.
In the early days of the memorial, David would visit the site, dropping rose petals on the memorial plaque.
— kenne
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Junkyard Memories 4 comments
Junkyard Memories– Image by kenne
I been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done Tried to make me Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'-- But I don't care! I'm still here!
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Graber Olive House Painting 3 comments
Computer Painting by kenne
Travel becomes an excuse for taking photographs to use in creating memories.
— kenne
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Pondering The Duende 2 comments
Pondering the Duende — Image by kenne
I write not because of an ability,
but because of an inspiration, a magic, a fire inside
that garners an alliance with my demons and angels.
“Thus duende is a power and not a behavior,
it is a struggle and not a concept.
I have heard an old master guitarist say:
‘Duende is not in the throat;
duende surges up from the soles of the feet.’
Which means it is not a matter of ability,
but of real live form;
of blood;
of ancient culture;
of creative action.”
—Â Federico Garcia Lorca
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conversations lost
conversations
from the past
lost
in the images
of memories
amassed
only to return
on the backs
of death
resurrected
by poets
serving only
to introduce
images
of what was
like water
returning
from a fountain’s
reservoir
only
to be reborn
again
and again
and again
— kenne
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A Place Where Each Question Contains The Answer 1 comment
“Place In The Desert” Image by kenne
How will you know when
you are in the right place?
The secret is out!
. . . in a place where
each question
contains the answer.
You will know
that place
when you have
the right feeling —
The secret is out!
Or is it?
What to do
when the feeling
is missing?
. . . sadly,
your place
is not the right place.
kenne
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Life In The Seed Stage 1 comment
“Life In The Seed Stage” — Image by kenne
Flower, flower
what were you?
Were you as beautiful then,
as you as now?
There you were, all alone
at the edge of life’s trail.
No siblings at you side,
no suitors flying around your crown.
My eye caught your beauty,
a halo in the sunlight
in a bed of memories,
ready to ride the wind.
kenne
