December Desert Sunset (Tucson Basin) — Image by kenne
How did it get so late so soon?
Its night before its afternoon.
December is here before its June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
— Dr. Seuss
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Tag
December Is Here — Desert Sunset 3 comments
Soria In The Blue Mountains Leave a comment
Abstract Art by kenne
Soria, in blue mountains,
on the fields of violet,
how often I’ve dreamed of you
on the plain of flowers,
where the Guadalquiviŕ runs
past golden orange-trees
to the sea.
— Antonio Machado
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Western Horse Corral Leave a comment
Western Horse Corral (Navajo Nation)– Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The past determines what our present is or our future will be.
I don’t think there is really a separation of the three.”
— Luci Tapahonso
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Oceanside — Art On The Beach 1 comment
Oceanside — Art On The Beach — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Some people surf the waves
Some people lay in the sun
Some people build sandcastles
Some people do their own thing
I hope some people do . . .
— kenne
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The Captain’s Daughter 2 comments
Captain’s Daughter — Images by kenne
The captain of the boat that took us from Copacabana on Lake Titicaca
to the Isla del Sol had his daughter with him who was his little helper.
She was so cute with her matching colors against the lake and the clouds.
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“As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you
Trust your intuition
It’s just like going fishing
You cast your line
And hope you’ll get a bite”
— from “Father and Daughter” by Paul Simon
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Lake Titicaca Sunset Leave a comment
Lake Titicaca Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Solar
Suspended lion face
Spilling at the centre
Of an unfurnished sky
How still you stand,
And how unaided
Single stalkless flower
You pour unrecompensed.
The eye sees you
Simplified by distance
Into an origin,
Your petalled head of flames
Continuously exploding.
Heat is the echo of your
Gold.
Coined there among
Lonely horizontals
You exist openly.
Our needs hourly
Climb and return like angels.
Unclosing like a hand,
You give for ever.
— Philip Larkin
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A Time Capsule 1 comment
Kenne D. and Kenne G.
Shakespeare’s Sonnet 3: ‘Look in thy glass’
