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Lake Woodlands Sunrise   Leave a comment

Lake Woodlands Sunrise (May 25,2010) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Meditation means keeping one mind.
You must understand – what is life?
What is death? If you keep one mind,
there is no life, no death.
Then if you die tomorrow, no problem;
if you die in five minutes, no problem.

— Seung Sahn

Morning Shadows   Leave a comment

Morning Shadows In The Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Yes, the sun has risen again.
I can see the windows change and hear a dog barking.
The wind buckles the slender top of the alder,
the conversation of night birds hushes,
and I can hear my heart regular and strong.
I will live to see the day end as I lived to see
the earth turn molten and white, then to metal,
then to whatever shape we stamped into it
as we laughed the long night hours away
or sang how the eagle flies on Friday.
When Friday came, the early hours perfect
and cold,
we cursed our only lives
and passed the bottle back and forth.

— from One Day by Philip Levine

Thurber’s Cotton   Leave a comment

Thurber’s Cotton with Bee (Sabino Canyon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The cup-shaped flowers are 1 1/2 inches (3.8 cm) wide and have 5 broad, white petals that fade to pink as they age.
The petals are either solid white or streaked with pink at the base. The flowers are followed by round, green seed capsules that dry
to a brown color and split open to reveal the seeds and only a few, sparse cotton fibers. This plant is related to cultivated cotton,
but its cotton is too paltry for commercial use. The leaves are green and palmately lobed with 3 or 5 point-tipped lobes.
The leaves turn a bright red color in the fall (around late October). Source: fireflyforest.com

Phainopepla Art   1 comment

Phainopepla — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Bird perched on a limb

A shadow against the sky

Art in black and white.

— kenne

Fire Above The Canyon   Leave a comment

The Big Horn Fire Above Sabino Canyon, June 2020 — Photo-Artistry by kenne

. . . In remembrance of last year’s Big Horn Fire in the Santa Catalina Mountains.

Chevy Bel Air Taillight Art   2 comments

1956 Chevy Bel Air Taillight — HDR Image by kenne

… A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
 
… But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
 
… So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die”
 
— from American Pie, Pt. 1 by Don McLean

 

All Souls Procession   Leave a comment

All Souls Procession, Tucson, Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne

After being canceled last year because of the pandemic, the Tucson All Souls Procession took place the past weekend.

In An O’Keeffe State Of Mind   1 comment

Sacred Datura — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Georgia O’Keeffe photographed and painted this intoxicating flower found in the southwestern US and northern Mexico.
It is easy to develop a passion for these night blooming flowers and therefore easy to see why Georgia O’Keeffe works include
photographs and painting of the white, trumpet-shaped bloom of the Sacred Datura. Providing a fairyland of delicate beauty,
moths, butterflies, long-tongued bees, hummingbirds and mystical, moonlit nights. It gives rise to some of the plant’s other names:
Angel’s Trumpet, Moon Lily, Moonflower or Belladonna (beautiful lady).

An ancient plant with unknown origins
Datura bridges continents,
passed on by Indigenous story and feet.
A muse full of secrets
she is known by those

(who have been initiated into her ways)

as “Grandmother,” whose poison is deadly.
She is also a visionary and healer.

She comes to some through dreams.
The un- initiated fear her.

They call her devil, thorn apple,
witches wildflower, in woeful ignorance
of the breadth of her power.

“Dementia!” they sling arrows of ignorance,
accuse her as one who would kill or maim.

As well she might.

To those who would use her
without respect or care,
she mutters a warning:

Beware.

— from Emergence: Poem to a Plant Goddess by Sara Wright

(Georgia O’Keeffe’s photography is currently on exhibit at The Museum of Fine Art Houston.)

Death Be Not Proud   2 comments

Mount Hebron Cemetery, Winchester, VA (August 22, 2021) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

This morning I received word that the husband of Linda Parrish, a friend, and co-worker at Texas A&M, 
had passed away October 29, 2021. Paul Austin Parrish was 77 years old.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

— John Donne

May The Bluebird of Happiness Visit You Today   Leave a comment

‘Bluebird of Happiness’ — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Be like I, hold your head up high,
Till you find a bluebird of happiness.
You will find greater peace of mind
Knowing there’s a bluebird of happiness.
And when he sings to you,
Though you’re deep in blue,
You will see a ray of light creep through,
And so remember this, life is no abyss,
Somewhere there’s a bluebird of happiness.

— from The Bluebird of Happiness by Edward Heyman

Phainopepla Art   Leave a comment

Phainopepla (Luke) — Art by kenne

One reason that birds matter – ought to matter – is that they are our last, best connection to a natural world that is otherwise
receding. They’re the most vivid and widespread representatives of the Earth as it was before people arrived on it.

— Jonathan Franzen

 

 

Avalon Harbor, Catalina Island   Leave a comment

Avalon Harbor, Catalina Island — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Avalon Harbor 

An oasis for boaters
with numerous moorings.
Go on land and enjoy
a bite to eat and drink.
Hike along the trails
and through the canyon.
A place to calm the mind
and heal the soul.

— kenne

Blue Dasher In Flight   Leave a comment

Blue Dasher Dragonfly in Flight at Sweetwater Wetlands (10/06/21) — Photo-Artistry by kenne by kenne

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

— Albert Einstein

Flame Skimmer Art   1 comment

Flame Skimmer — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The dragonfly brings dreams to reality and is the messenger
of wisdom and enlightenment from other realms.

— Unknown

Mexican Yellow Butterfly Art   Leave a comment

Mexican Yellow Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Butterflies are nature’s angels.
They remind us what a gift it is to be alive.

Robyn Nola

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