Archive for the ‘Photo-Artistry’ Tag

Boat On A Mountain Lake   2 comments

Boat On A Mountain Lake — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The two limits of every unit of thinking
are a perplexed, troubled, or confused situation
at the beginning, and a cleared up, unified,
resolved situation at the close.

— John Dewey

Sandhill Cranes   2 comments

Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Drew (McNeal, Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Every man is his own Pygmalion,
and spends his life fashioning himself.
And in fashioning himself, for good or ill,
he fashions the human race and its future.

–I. F. Stone

Pistol Hill Panorama   1 comment

Pistol Hill Panorama — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sanderling Wading Birds   1 comment

Sanderling Wading Birds — Photo-Artistry by kenne

It is possible to walk along the shore
run from the incoming waves

or if you prefer to wade in the water
splashing and kicking as the waves

move in and out not distracting
the sanderlings, or are they sandpipers

wading and probing as loud,
squawking seagulls fly overhead

only to be decorated from above.

— kenne

I Dream of A Quiet Man   1 comment

Fiddleneck Wildflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only knows
where the rarest wildflowers
are blooming, and who goes,
and finds that he is smiling
not by his own will.

― Wendell Berry 

Stones   Leave a comment

Stones — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Stones

I bring them from the mountains,
from the sea, from the edge
of streams and look at them,
heft them, hold them hard
while they keep holding themselves
harder. Is it because
they haven’t had to change
their surfaces in our time
though, in theirs, they’ve suffered
the blunt demands of ice
and water and wind and god
knows fire, been cracked and frozen,
thawed, made molten again
and again have started over
grinding and being ground
from monument to boulder,
to rock, to river stone,
to gravel, to pebbles, to sand,
to slurries of grit, to dust?

— David Wagoner
(Source: Terrain.org)

Death   1 comment

“Death” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I don’t fear death so much as I fear its prologues:
loneliness,
decrepitude,
pain,
debilitation,
depression,
senility.
After a few years of those,
I imagine death presents like a
holiday at the beach.

— Mary Roach
 

Flowers Outside The Window   1 comment

Flowers Outside the Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“They own the window,
You own the view”

 Vineet Raj Kapoor

Lines and Space   Leave a comment

Lines and Space — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Line is line,
space is space –
wherever found.
The consideration
of them is necessary
to every work of art,
and no such work
can exist without them.

— Cecilia Beaux

Holiday Masks   Leave a comment

Holiday Masks — Image by kenne

holiday masks
creatures on the wall
deaths of being

— kenne

On, What Sorrow   Leave a comment

Sonoran Winter Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Crossroad

   On, what sorrow to have
poems off in the distance
of passion, and a brain
all stained with ink!

   Oh, what sorrow not to have
the happy man’s fantastical
shirt—a tanned skin,
the sun’s carpet.

   (Flocks of letters
wheel round my eyes.)

   Oh, what sorrow the ancient 
sorrow of poetry,
this sticky sorrow
so far from clean water!

   Oh, sorrow of sorrowing
to sip at the vein of lyric!
Oh, sorrow of dried-up fountains
and mills without flour!

   Oh, what sorrow to have 
no sorrow, to spend life
on the colorless grass
of the hesitant lane!

   Oh, the deepest sorrow:
the sorrow of joy, a plow
Cutting furrows for us
where weeping bears fruit!

   (The cold moon rises
over a paper mountain.)
Oh, sorrow of truth!
Oh, sorrow of the lie!

— Federico Garcia Lorca   

The Year Of The Bighorn Fire   2 comments

The Year of the Bighorn Fire and COVID In the Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

our bad year that was
air filled with smoke and virus
one gone one here

— kenne

Christmas Through The Looking Glass   1 comment

Photo-Artistry by kenne

An image created
from a reflection;

therefore,
it’s an illusion.

One might say it’s
symbolic of Christmas.

Of course, one might say
that’s true of life —

the opposite of
what is expected.

— kenne

 

Running From Daimons   Leave a comment

Running From Daimons — Grunge Art by kenne

What marks upon the yielding clay? Two marks
Made by my feet, two by my daimon’s feet
But all confused because my marks and his
Are on the selfsame spot, his toes
Where my heels fell, for he and I
Pausing a moment in our headlong flight
Face opposite ways, my future being his past.

— from Images by W. B Yates

Paulo Still Life   1 comment

Paulo Still Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 Nōtan (濃淡)

winter’s sun
casts long shadows
on the shortest day
creating contrasting
values of shape
between objects
and the wall

in turn capturing
my eye
as darkness wins

— kenne

(Nōtan (濃淡) is a Japanese word, meaning dark-light, there is no English language equivalent.
It embodies an ancient Eastern concept, in which all things exist as inseparable and in perfect harmony.)

 

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