Archive for the ‘photoshop’ Tag
“The Rainbow Kid,” Kenne Jaxon with his friend, Fox,
(Benson Sculpture Garden, “The Conversation” by Magdalen Weiner
Loveland, Colorado) — Image by kenne, July 31, 2017
A little boy
and his friend
always by his side
someone to talk to
someone to comfort
someone to love.
— kenne
Yellow Monkey Wildflower — Image by kenne
Some of the natural lighting at the time of taking the photo and Photoshop help create this colorful image.
— kenne
Embrace light. Admire it. Love it. But above all, know light.
Know it for all you are worth, and you will know the key to photography.
— George Eastman
“On The Roads Outside Of San Diego”
On the roads outside Oshiobo,
I fell down on my knees
There were female spirits
In old mud huts, iron bells
Ringing up in the trees and
An eighty-year white priestess,
Who made juju all night long
East of Woodstock,
West of Viet Nam.
— from “East of Woodstock, West of Viet Nam” by Tom Russell
Image by kenne
Water
Pressure of sun on the rockslide
whirled me in a dizzy hop-and-step descent,
Pool of pebbles buzzed in a Juniper shadow,
Tiny tongue of a this-year rattlesnake flicked,
I leaped, laughing for little boulder-color coil —
Pounded by heat raced down the slabs to the creek
Deep tumbling under arching walls and stuck
Whole head and shoulders in the water:
Stretched full on cobble—ears roaring
Eyes open aching from the cold and face a trout.
— Gary Snyder
“I am a poet who has preferred not to distinguish in poetry between nature and humanity.”
Happy Hour In Old Town San Diego — Computer Painting by kenne
We stopped
at the entranced
to the Mexican Cafe
for happy hour
on the patio.
“This way please,”
said the dark-eyed
women dressed
in a traditional
colorful Fiesta Dress.
We each ordered
Margaritas on the rocks
our way of reviewing
Mexican cafes
when traveling.
Music jumps
through the air,
venerable reminders
of European Polkas
brought by immigrants.
For good or bad,
our tastes for
Mexican food
continues to be
biased by Tex-Mex.
— kenne
House Wren — Grunge Art by kenne
“. . . an artistic technique is discipline in spontaneity and spontaneity in discipline.”
— Alan W. Watts
Barn Owl — Grunge Art by kenne
Somebody should tell us,
right at the start of our lives,
that we are dying.
Then we might live life to the limit,
every minute of every day.
Do it! I say.
Whatever you want to do,
do it now!
There are only so many tomorrows.
— Pope Paul VI
“. . . again I encounter” — Image by kenne
. . . again I encounter you
near the yellow meadow
having lost your glow,
ah, where has it gone?
— kenne
Computer Painting by kenne
Hiking
moving on boots
kicking
aside trail rocks
shedding skin
like a snake
climbing
steep slopes
steadily on feet
wanting to stop
knowing each step
creating
a journey over
ecstatic mountains
following our guide
from behind my eyes
photographing
memories
collecting mind dropping
to be embellished
becoming timeless myths.
— kenne
Reflections II — Computer Art by kenne
The window reflects
All that my eyes see inside
Reflecting me outside.
— kenne
Round-Tailed Ground Squirrel — Grunge Art by kenne
I never wanted to be a scientist per se. I wanted to be a naturalist.
— Jane Goodall
Blooming Palo Verdes in Sabino Canyon — Painting by kenne
There’s a circle in the canyon
around which we teach kids
about nature and its many cycles.
— kenne
Black Headed Grosbeak — Grunge Art by kenne
No valid plans for the future
can be made by those who
have no capacity for living now.
— Alan Watts
Great Horned Owl — Image by kenne
My horns are feathers
and not ears as some may think,
they are in my head.
— kenne
American Stout Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne
Spontaneity,
A runaway moment caught
In a new setting.
— kenne