“Rainbow Mountains” (On the Road In Nevada) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sediment rock layers
Create an earthly rainbow
Puffs of clouds drift by.
— kenne
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“Rainbow Mountains” Leave a comment
Sediment rock layers
Old Buildings — Virginia City 2 comments
Old Buildings, Virginia City, Nevada — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Window Of The Past 1 comment
Window Of The Past — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Window of the past
Weathered by sun, wind, and rain
A patch here and there.
–kenne
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Open Road In The West 2 comments
Open Road in the West — Computer Painting by kenne
Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know
the quality of what we have until it is gone?
— Herman Melville
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US 50, The Loneliest Highway, Revisited Leave a comment
US 50, The Loneliest Highway, Revisited — Image by kenne
“You don’t take a photograph, you make it.”
— Ansel Adams
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Small Town USA In Black and White 2 comments
Small Town USA — Image by kenne
“The people feel and look the same,
like they’ve settled here even though
they know there’s something more-
something better-
just beyond where they are.
— Courtney Summers
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Geological Strata 2 comments
Geological Strata Along US 50 In Nevada (Loving the contrast!) — Image by kenne
“What counts is to be in the world, the posture is immaterial, so long as one is on earth.
To breathe is all that is required, there is no obligation to ramble, or receive company,
you may even believe yourself dead on condition you make no bones about it,
what more liberal regimen could be imagined, I don’t know, I don’t imagine.
No pomt under such circumstances in saying I am somewhere else, someone else,
such as I am I have all I need to hand, for to do what, I don’t know, all I have to do,
there I am on my own again at last, what a relief that must be. Yes, there are moments,
like this moment, when I seem almost restored to the feasible. Then it goes, all goes,
and I’m far again, with a far story again, I wait for me afar for my story to begin, to end,
and again this voice cannot be mine. That’s where I’d go, if I could go,
that’s who I’d be, if I could be.”
–from Texts for Nothing by Samuel Beckett
