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Wild Cotton Blossom   Leave a comment

Wild Cotton Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Turning pink in time
Beginning a virgin white
It is nature’s way.

— kenne

Fall Landscape   Leave a comment

Fall Landscape — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“It is precisely because we resist
the darkness in ourselves
that we miss the depths
of the loveliness, beauty,
brilliance, creativity, and joy
that lie at our core.”

— Thomas Moore

My Bird of Paradise   1 comment

Bird of Paradise — Photo-Artistry by kenne

My Bird of Paradise

Pleasing to behold
Is alive and has a soul
Paralyzed by love.

— kenne

 

Tucson Basin   Leave a comment

Tucson Basin — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Remembering is an ethical act, has ethical value in and of itself. Memory is,
achingly, the only relation we can have with the dead. So the belief that
remembering is an ethical act is deep in our natures as humans, who know
we are going to die, and who mourn those who in the normal course of
things die before us—grandparents, parents, teachers, and older friends.”

— Susan Sontag

Arizona Beggarticks Wildflower   Leave a comment

Arizona Beggarticks Wildflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I paint with pixels
Adding new layers and filters
To create new art

Only to allow
The eye of the beholder
To become the judge.

Art is everywhere
Needing discipline of time
Found in simple things.

— kenne

White-lined Sphinx Moth — Abstract Art   1 comment

White-lined Sphinx Moth — Abstract Art by kenne

When we are faced by something
that really threatens us,
it’s impossible to look around,
even though that is
the safest and most sensible thing to do.

— Paulo Coelho

Geo-Wall — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Geo-Wall (Sonoran Desert)– Photo-Artistry by kenne

Wildflowers take growth
In the least likely places
Life’s random nature.

— kenne 

 

Hope   1 comment

Cedar Waxwing — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Hope is the thing with feathers—
that perches in the soul—
and sings the tune without the words—
and never stops—at all—

— Emily Dickinson

Ripe Olives   Leave a comment

Ripe Olives — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Happiness is having three garlic and jalapeno stuffed olives
in your martini when you are hungry.”

— kenne

Fall Colors — Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

October Colors on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Fall

Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season
Changes its tense in the long-haired maples
That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves
Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition
With the final remaining cardinals) and then
Begin to sidle and float through the air, at last
Settling into colorful layers carpeting the ground.
At twilight the light, too, is layered in the trees
In a season of odd, dusky congruences—a scarlet tanager
And the odor of burning leaves, a golden retriever
Loping down the center of a wide street and the sun
Setting behind smoke-filled trees in the distance,
A gap opening up in the treetops and a bruised cloud
Blamelessly filling the space with purples. Everything
Changes and moves in the split second between summer’s
Sprawling past and winter’s hard revision, one moment
Pulling out of the station according to schedule,
Another moment arriving on the next platform. It
Happens almost like clockwork: the leaves drift away
From their branches and gather slowly at our feet,
Sliding over our ankles, and the season begins moving
Around us even as its colorful weather moves us,
Even as it pulls us into its dusty, twilit pockets.
And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us.

— Edward Hirsch (from his 1986 book of poems, Wild  Gratitude)

The Drought Continues   Leave a comment

The Drought Continues In The Desert Southwest — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Coyotes passed through the field at the back
of the house last night — coyotes, from midnight
till dawn, hunting, foraging, a mad scavenging,
scaring up pocket gophers, white-breasted mice,
jacktails, voles, the least shrew, catching
a bite at a time.

They were a band, screeching, yodeling,
a multi-tone pack. Such yipping and yapping
and jaw chapping, yelping and painful howling,
they had to be skinny, worn, used up,
a tribe of bedraggled uncles and cousins
on the skids, torn, patched, frenzied
mothers, daughters, furtive pups
and, slinking on the edges, an outcast
cow dog or two.

— from A Passing by Pattiann Rogers

 

 

October On The Mountain   Leave a comment

October On the Mountain — Photo-Artistry by kenne

OCTOBER

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Robert Frost

Darkness   Leave a comment

Darkness — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I am the woman
your mother warned you about
(let’s face it she was envious)
I have long since lost my place
that musty corner
to which I was relegated
where nice girls sit quietly
legs crossed and demure.

(what point is there in that?)

I turn heads with my stride
I watch the eyes track my steps
though I pause not
in my progress.

do they tremble at my purpose?
or pause at my vibrant colored sheath?

I will not wait
until you deem me old
to wear red with purple
as I rock bold iconoclasm.
I am that version of herself
where holds are not barred
by convention or whalebone stays

crash those barriers my friend
be they concrete or glass.

I AM that woman you were warned about
who will challenge your ass*umptions

prove each wrong
geometrically, logically

I speak without being spoken to
(Imagine the gall!)
I have opinions
Well thought and articulated
I will speak them
Still

Aurora Phoenix

 

Sun sets Behind The Tucson Mountains   Leave a comment

Sun Sets Behind the Tucson Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Thoughts move slowly by

Sun sets behind the mountains

Colors take over.

— kenne

Girlfriend   1 comment

“Girlfriend” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

There she was nude
sitting on the ottoman
in the window light
applying eye shadow.

Gazing at her silhouetted body
she knows I’m watching her
typically acting unaware
inattentive of my desires.

— kenne

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