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Sunrise, Outer Banks Of North Carolina   Leave a comment

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013Sunrise, Outer Banks Of North Carolina

Moving surf
under the sunrise
why such beauty
only a few
can understand
in a world of black
not of color
but of mind.

— kenne

Posted February 8, 2018 by kenneturner in Information, Photography

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A Flashback To “DoubleTake” #13   2 comments

Virtual IllusionsDoubleTake #13 blog

Saturday evening light
Flashback to yesteryear,
Listening to the radio
Reading to a musical background.

Pausing the reading,
Surfing radio frequencies
Listening to the words
Of one note talk shows.

Turning the dial to the left
Searching for painted words
A spontaneous overflow
Streaming powerful feelings.

Hearing words of choice and form
Words expressing the unspoken
Evoking times past
With times present.

Connecting, but questioning,
Who is this poet?
Line after line
Words shared in time.

How could this be?
Do I know her?
Read her poetry?
Heard her read?

Who is she?
Continuing to listen
Who is she?
Words replaced by silence.

Listening carefully,
Who is she?
Loueva Smith –
That’s it, Loueva Smith!

Knowing her name,

Loueva Smith -- Photoshopped image by kenne from Google Images

Loueva Smith — Photoshop image by kenne from Google Images

Time to Google,
Generating 21 results
One, DoubleTake #13.

Now I know
A virtual illusion
Figment of imagination
Arising out of nothingness.

But, just maybe
She does exist
In the middle
Of nowhere else to go.

Searching through office shelves,
There it was, DoubleTake #13.
Found, but not lost,
Words “…she had learned to keep quiet.”

 — Kenne

(Originally posted in 2008)

DoubleTake magazine was a unique in American publishing, influencing the way other media began to use photography in relation to writing. Originally published at Duke University’s Center for Documentary Studies between 1995-1999, before moving to Massachusetts, continuing to publish to 2003. I still have issues 8 – 30 issues from between 1997-2003, including a special edition on September 11, 2001. DoubleTake is a publication I will always treasure. From time to time, I will share some of its content.


“It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.”

― William Carlos Williams

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A Family Vacation On The Outer Backs   3 comments

April, Hannah, Audrey and Joy

April, Hannah, Audrey and Joy

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An early June visit with family, vacationing in Duck, NC. — Images by kenne

Click here to see the complete set of Outer Banks (OBX) photos on Flickr.

Capturing The Moment — Shore Fishing On The Outer Banks   2 comments

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013Shore Fishing On The Outer Banks — Images by kenne

Capturing The Moment — Beach Fun   2 comments

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013Beach Fun — Images kenne

Capturing The Moment — Passersby   2 comments

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013“Passersby” — Image by kenne

A mom and a son

Walk along a windy beach

Black on a white post.


Capturing The Moment — Morning Walk Along The Beach, Day Two   11 comments

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013The Outer Backs (OBX) of North Carolina — Images by kenne

Walking On The Morning Beach

The herons cry, the sea gulls screech, 
In the graying light of dawn
I come upon a sandy form; 

And reaching down I almost toddle, 
Grasping it, it is a bottle, 
Caked with sea weed and with sand, 
It feels so cold within my hand; 

I brush the sand off the green glass, 
I almost drop it from my grasp; 
But seeing there’s a note within, 
I am intrigued by such a whim; 

I work the cork to pull it out, 
It’s glued within the tapered spout, 
I hold the bottle by the stock
And smash it on a sea side rock; 

I lift the paper from the shards, 
And open it, it is a card; 
It’s damp with algae and sea stained, 
It bears a cry, ‘Please love Elaine.’

For who on what isle so remote
Would send this missive, desperate note; 
To whom there’d be such chanced appeal; 
Above the sea gulls float and wheel; 

From what sandy strand or distant cove
Did she cast this treasure trove, 
An urgent cry from out the heart, 
But where to find her, where to start? 

And so I’m on the internet, 
As a path a better bet; 
To find the soul far out of reach, 
Who’s cry I found upon the beach. 

David McLansky


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