Palm Berries — Photo-Artistry by kenne
We are not alone.
The world is changing,
and we are part of the transformation.
— Paulo Coelho
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Prickly Pear Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Did you ever
trip and fall
on a cactus?
Try hiking
Blackett’s Ridge
in the light of
a full moon.
— kenne
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Camphorweed (10/07/16) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
nature
is the cradle
providing a
dominion
for my images.
each image
has its place,
putting down
roots
in wandering
eyes
passing by.
— kenne
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Flame Skimmer Dragonfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Bring on the dragons
A bright red color on fire
Four transparent wings.
— kenne
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Sabino Canyon Still Closed Leave a comment
Flag Over Sabino Canyon Visitor Center (11/07/11) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I miss not being able to be out in Sabino Canyon, which will remain closed because of the Bighorn Fire till November 1st.
The Forest Service is keeping the Canyon closed to minimize dam and infrastructure damage due to flash flooding
during the monsoon season.
On Wednesday, August 5th, some Naturalists will be part of a Zoon meeting with Santa Catalina District Ranger, CJ Woodard.
He will give an update on the Sabino Canyon closure and be available for questions and answers.
— kenne
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Empty Chairs In Waiting 3 comments
J. Paul Getty Museum (06/17/04) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
O sun!
Why have you moved on?
A minute too early.
Water over the dam.
Umbrellas ready to fall.
Empty chairs in waiting.
— kenne
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The Sea Contracts 2 comments
“The Sea Contracts” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The sea contracts.
Hurry, hurry!
The sea will get you.
Run, run!
I was not willing.
— kenne
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Crushed — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I stood up to you
Yesterday.
What will I do
Tomorrow?
My heart goes away.
Blue Corpus Christi.
— kenne
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Sitting On A Park Bench By The Sound — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Long Island Sound
I see it as it looked one afternoon
In August,—by a fresh soft breeze o’erblown.
The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,
A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon.
The shining waters with pale currents strewn,
The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove,
The semi-circle of its dark, green grove.
The luminous grasses, and the merry sun
In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide,
Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp
Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide,
Light summer clouds fantastical as sleep
Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon.
All these fair sounds and sights I made my own.
— Emma Lazarus
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Abstract Photo-Artistry by kenne
I gaze at a distant spot
turning dark and out of focus.
Slowly the lights go out
asking questions of the moon.
Only the mountains now
gaze at a distant spot.
— kenne
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Mushroom Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Joy In Sunglasses 3 comments
Joy In Sunglasses — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The sun fades away
but leave reflections
invading my thoughts.
A miniature heart
blossoms on her lips.
— kenne
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Museum Staircase — Photo-Artistry Image of L.A. by kenne
The city is named for the angels,
And its angels are easy to find.
They give off a lubricant odor,
Their eyes are mascara-lined;
At night you can see them inserting
Gold-plated diaphragms;
For breakfast, they gather at poolside
Where screenwriters feed and swim.
— from Hollywood by Bertolt Brecht
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Balance Stones — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats though unseen among us; visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer wind that creep from flower to flower;
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening,
Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
Like memory of music fled,
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry 1 comment
Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
