Archive for the ‘North Carolina’ Tag
Cape Hatteras Light Station (04/08/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“While rises in the west the coastwise range,
slowly the hushed land —
Combustion at the astral core — the dorsal change
Of energy — convulsive shift of sand …
But we, who round the capes, the promontories
Where strange tongues vary messages of surf
Below grey citadels, repeating to the stars
The ancient names — return home to our own
Hearths, there to eat an apple and recall
The songs that gypsies dealt us at Marseille
Or how the priests walked — slowly through Bombay —
Or to read you, Walt, — knowing us in thrall”
— from 4. Cape Hatteras by Hart Crane
Like this:
Like Loading...
Outer Banks of North Carolina (June 2013) — Image by kenne
Tinder waves of light
Soften by dark scattered clouds
Moving in and out.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Sunrise, 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
Like this:
Like Loading...
Virtual Illusions
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 — 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 unique in American publishing, influencing the way other media began to use photography with 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 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.
kenne
“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
Like this:
Like Loading...
April, Hannah, Audrey and Joy
This slideshow requires JavaScript.
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.
32.270209
-110.860703
Like this:
Like Loading...
Shore Fishing On The Outer Banks — Images by kenne
32.270209
-110.860703
Like this:
Like Loading...
Beach Fun — Images kenne
32.270209
-110.860703
Like this:
Like Loading...
“Passersby” — Image by kenne
A mom and a son
Walk along a windy beach
Black on a white post.
kenne
32.270209
-110.860703
Like this:
Like Loading...
The 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
32.270209
-110.860703
Like this:
Like Loading...
The North Carolina Outer Banks (OBX) at Duck — Images by kenne
The Outer Banks, North Carolina
Divide the ocean and the bay
Inviting, is this string of islands
Vacationers to come and play
Two hundred miles of pristine beaches
As far as any eye can see
Morning brings the perfect sunrise
On this land along the sea
The light house on Cape Hatteras
Guided many ships at night
The beaches outside Kitty Hawk
Saw the very first manned flight
The home to herds of feral ponies
Where the pirate Blackbeard died
English settled long ago
Still to this day they do reside
The climate always feels like summer
All along this eastern shore
Once you stop here for a visit
We know that you’ll come back for more
by Jack Ivey
- Outer Banks Freedom (alisonwilliamsphotos.wordpress.com)
- Dean Family Fun in the OBX (r2d2backpacking.wordpress.com)
- The Best Local OBX Seafood (And where to get it!) (carolinadesignnc.wordpress.com)
- Water Sports on the Outer Banks (carolinadesignnc.wordpress.com)
32.270209
-110.860703
Like this:
Like Loading...
Duck, North Carolina Shoreline — iPhone image by kenne
Based on the forecast, we expected to be inside all day as tropical storm Andrea passed through, but about 11:00 p.m. the rained stopped and the clouds began to break up. This is one image taken on my iPhone to share now. Most of my images are one my D800.
kenne
32.270209
-110.860703
Like this:
Like Loading...
Beach along the Outer Banks of North Carolina (April 2008) — Images by kenne
Joy braving the wind and cold temperatures.
To Make Soft . . .
Words,
words are nothing
Feelings,
feelings are everything
Struggling,
struggling to share feelings
Placing,
placing petitions of desire
Door,
to the door of your heart
Shut,
shut not the door
Love,
love will break the heart
Scorn,
scorn not what we do
Looking,
looking for peace of mind
Truth,
truth will set us free
Explaining,
explaining not what is real
Complicated,
to complicated to follow
Knowing,
knowing not our time to go
Lifetime,
lifetime is no time at all
This is a poem I wrote five years ago when we were on the Outer Banks of North Carolina (April, 2008). In a few weeks we will return for another brief visit and in Virginia — hopeful the weather will be better.
kenne
32.270209
-110.860703
Like this:
Like Loading...
Outer Banks of North Carolina — Image by kenne
The east coast is preparing for Hurricane Irene, but will many structures be able to withstand the force of this storm? For years many homes have been allowed to be built that have had difficulty withstanding normal weather, yet alone a storm of the like of Irene. WHY!!?? The above photo was taken a few years ago of a structure on the northern outer banks of North Carolina.
kenne
32.270209
-110.860703
Like this:
Like Loading...
Becoming is Superior to Being 