Photo-Artistry by kenne
Walking with the girl
I miss her stroking my soul
A watchtower’s voice.
— kenne
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Walking With The Girl Leave a comment
To the man, to the woman . . . 2 comments
Photo-Artistry by kenne
To the man, to the woman
who utilized their
energies, goodness, strength,
anger, love, tenderness,
to those who truly
alive
flowered,
and in their sensuality matured,
let us not apply
the measure
of a time
that may be
something else, a mineral
mantle, a solar
bird, a flower,
something, maybe,
but not a measure.
Time, metal
or bird, long
petiolate flower,
stretch
through
man’s life,
shower him
with blossoms
and with
bright
water
or with hidden sun.
I proclaim you
road,
not shroud,
a pristine
ladder
with treads
of air,
a suit lovingly
renewed
through springtimes
around the world.
— from Ode To Age by Pablo Neruda
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Texas Two Step — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“He had a habit of remarking to bartenders that he didn’t see
any sense in mixing whiskey with water
since the whiskey was already wet.”
— Joseph Mitchell
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Everybody’s Talkin’ — Metal Art Structure On The Road To Santa Fe 3 comments
Metal Art On the Road to Santa Fe — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Everybody’s talkin’ at me
I don’t hear a word they’re saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stopping, staring
I can’t see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
— from Everybody’s Talkin’ by Fred Neil
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The Hanging Tree 2 comments
The Hanging Tree — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Morning walks where dead trees
take on a new life near the trail
by the Tanque Verde wash.
Falling limbs are collected
always searching for a design
transforming life in a new way.
A treasure awaits the hiker
in a state of things recovered
only the eye of the wise can see.
Make the invisible become visible
breaking the pact with the unseen
each day’s magic moment.
— kenne
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La Fonda on the Plaza Lobby, Santa Fe, New Mexico (May 19, 2021) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
La Fonda on the Plaza holds a coveted place in Santa Fe history, a component in a rich tapestry of hospitality that
predates American independence. City records indicate that La Fonda sits on the site of the town’s first inn, established
when the city was founded by Spaniards in 1607, making the property the oldest hotel corner in America.
— Source: https://www.lafondasantafe.com/
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Life On Earth — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Life On Earth…
LIFE ON EARTH is pulled down hard on a man’s head.
This life was made by hatters.
A busy street is only coffee, bread, and hats.
The smell of a man’s hat – an old man’s hat –
is like the nostril of a horse.
You are breathing in what something beautiful
and ancient has breathed out.
The heat and life contained in it, the silk interior.
An old man’s hat is necessary:
You see that when he takes it off,
his hair and skin abruptly float away.
— David Keplinger
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Horse Head — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A fine marker art
Of a Santa Fe statue —
Horse head of horseshoes.
— kenne
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E San Francisco Street In Santa Fe Leave a comment
Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Camera Shop near the corner of Old Santa Fe Trail and E San Francisco Street across from the La Fonda Hotel
was opened in 1937 by Gene Autry. The building is now part of the corner property owned by Ortega & Sons Inc.
The camera shop
The sign says closed, or is it
It’s a mystery.
Questions still remain
Where have all the pictures gone
Memories of old.
— kenne
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Corner Window (Hotel Santa Fe the Hacienda & Spa) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Santa Fe’s Only Native American Owned Hotel
In Partnership with The Picuris Pueblo
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Horse Corral On The Arizona National Scenic Trail (One of Two Art Pieces On the Same Location) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar kine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
— from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot
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Mexican Bird Of Paradise 1 comment
Mexican Bird Of Paradise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Colors of springtime
Yellow, orange, and pink shades
Perennial plants.
— kenne
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Morning Coffee 2 comments
Old Tucson — Photo-Artistry by kenne
. . . ?
coffee
dripping
on the muffin
frogs
singing
refuse to jump
blues
crying
hot all around
skin
decaying
long forgotten
result
correcting
reset questioned
hubble
looking
big-bang theory
verdict
hiding
in the fine print
whiskey
swallowing
barely enough
head
watching
monkey in zoo
spring
existing
‘tween hot and cold
high
soaring
broken wing bird
life
questioning
tomorrow’s dead
fever
draining
tomorrow’s strength
depleted
circling
cup still half full
— kenne
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Cactus Flower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Everyone has many associations with a flower —
the idea of flowers. You put out your hand to touch
the flower — lean forward to smell it — maybe
touch it with your lips almost without thinking —
or give it to someone to please them.
Still — in a way — nobody sees a flower —
really — it is so small . . .
So I said to myself — I’ll paint what I see —
what the flower is to me but I’ll paint it big and
they will be surprised into taking time to look at it —
I will make even busy New Yorkers take time
to see what I see of flowers.
— Georgia O’Keeffe
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Silverpuff Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“I exist as I am, that is enough.”
— Walt Whitman
