Archive for the ‘Photo-Artistry’ Tag
Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw in Southeast Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Returning to Whitewater Draw
It’s fun to watch
the amazing spectacle
of large elegant birds
returning
from the feeding fields
standing
in the shallow waters
giving out loud,
rattling bugle calls
echoing
sounds across the valley.
It’s always the same,
birders with binoculars and cameras,
strapped on their shoulders
and cranes standing
in the shallow waters
of Whitewater Draw.
— kenne
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Summer of 2007 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Summer of 2007
Friends place on the lake
Hot-humid Texas day
Perfect halter-top weather
For my gypsy woman —
Imagine her nipples
You don’t have to think
Just let the passions flow
The odds are there to beat.
— kenne
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Tucson, San Antonio, and New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne
"And hear the sounds he knew of yore,
Old shufflings on the sanded floor,
Old knuckles tapping at the door?
"Yet still before him as he flies
One pallid form shall ever rise,
And, bodying forth in glassy eyes
"The vision of a vanished good,
Low peering through the tangled wood,
Shall freeze the current of his blood."
-- from The Three Voices by lewis Carroll
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Courtyard Door — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Bright desert colors
So sharp in the clear air
Art in Old Pueblo.
— kenne
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Costa’s Hummingbird in Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Hummingbirds flutter
They hurry everywhere
Darting and diving
Busy looking for food
One chaotic mess
Till they stop to rest.
— kenne
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Zen Fountain In The Yard of Our The Woodlands Home (May 2010) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Our yard had a lot of me
in the plants, lighting, and
the fountain where we
buried our cat, Kiko.
And there was the sweat
from the gulf coast heat,
digging through roots to
place the water reservoir.
The photo for this painting
was taken weeks before
we left our east Texas home,
for a Tucson desert home.
Our friends and family
called us crazy for leaving
the piney woods for a new
home sixteen hours away.
We return to Houston a
couple times each year,
having driven by our old
home only once, not
stopping, afraid of what
we might see of the old
Zen fountain and landscape
we created with love.
— kenne
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‘Black Man’ — Photo-Artistry by kenne
‘We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue, and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that we defend
For with justice not for all men
History will repeat again
It’s time we learned
This world was made for all men’
— from Black Man by Stevie Wonder
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Dragonfly Glow — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“When one person suffers from a delusion,
it is called insanity.
When many people suffer from a delusion
it is called a Religion.”
— from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance:
An Inquiry Into Values by Robert M. Pirsig
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Conversations — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Lovers
Learn from yesterday
Laugh about today, but
talk about
tomorrow
— John Boynton
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Joy — Image by kenne
Ode To Joy
Friedrich Schiller called Joy the spark of divinity
but she visits me on a regular basis,
and it doesn’t take much for her to appear—
the salt next to the pepper by the stove,
the garbage man ascending his station
on the back of the moving garbage truck,
or I’m just eating a banana
in the car and listening to Buddy Guy.
In other words, she seems down-to-earth,
like a girl getting off a bus with a suitcase
and no one’s there to meet her.
It’s a little after four in the afternoon,
one of the first warm days of spring.
She sits on her suitcase to wait
and slides on her sunglasses.
How do I know she’s listening to the birds?
— Billy Collins (In The Atlantic, November 2021)
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Forest Floor — Abstract Art by kenne
Moisture tends to bring out the colors
of old dried wood helping to color the
forest floor during the mountain rains.
— kenne
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Dried Weed — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Timeless Moments
There’s a trail down by the wash
Where once new life grew
Providing a new beginning
That has turned into an end.
All manner of things
Shall be well, providing a
Pattern of timeless moments.
— kenne
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Dragon Head — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A Poem about the Dragon
I am an unquenchable fire,
The center of all energy,
The stout heroic heart.
I am truth and light,
I hold power and glory in my sway.
My presence
Disperses dark clouds.
I have been chosen
To tame the Fates.
I AM THE DRAGON
— Theodora Lau
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Down By The Tanque Verde Wash (Tanuri Ridge) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Whole Lot of Something
I have something to say,
I don’t know why.
It came in a walk
No matter where I walk,
I hear it calling
In a moment
In and out of time
Imposing a pattern in
All that I have been
Hoping for peace
If not peace, clarity
In the place we live
Where there is a
Whole lot of something.
— kenne
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The All Souls Procession Weekend Honors the Ancestors and our lost loved ones and Celebrates Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne (11/04/12)
What is the All Souls Procession?
“The All Souls Procession is one of the most important, inclusive, and authentic public ceremonies in North America today.
The Procession had its beginnings in 1990 with a ceremonial performance piece created by local artist Susan Johnson.”
This weekend (November 4-6), Tucson will honor the dead and celebrate life with the 33rd Annual All Souls Procession.
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A THIN moon faints in the sky o’erhead,
And dumb in the churchyard lie the dead.
Walk we not, Sweet, by garden ways,
Where the late rose hangs and the phlox delays,
But forth of the gate and down the road,
Past the church and the yews, to their dim abode.
For it’s turn of the year and All Souls’ night,
When the dead can hear and the dead have sight.
— from All Souls by Edith Wharton
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Becoming is Superior to Being 