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
Sonoran Street — Image by kenne
— kenne
Fiddleneck Wildflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Climate Change — Abstract Art by kenne
black and gray
drowns
out the blue
oceans
full of plastic
poison
in our water
virus
in the air
deserts
are dryer
water
in the streets
glasers
are melting
forests
are burning
times
are changing
— kenne
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)
December 29, 2020 Full Moon with Effects — Images by kenne
Western Bluebird — Image by kenne
The beggar man and the mighty king are only diff’rent in name,
For they are treated just the same by fate.
Today a smile and tomorrow a tear,
We’re never sure what’s in store,
So learn your lesson before it is too late, so
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
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
Christmas Eve 2020 Sunset (Tucson) — Images by kenne
Christmas for two
— kenne
Solstice Sunset — Image by kenne
So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us—Listen!!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!
— Susan Cooper
Cactus Wren In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
— kenne
Hunters in the Snow– painting by Pieter Bruegel the Eider
As we experience the shortest day of the year, Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s painting, “Hunters in the Snow,” is an almost perfect picture of the contrasting scenes we experience this time of year, depicting isolation and melancholy producing a sense that we are being pulled into a silent landscape where the deep drifts of snow where you can “feel the cold and sense the audible dullness as the landscape sucks the sound from every little human vignette.”
His paintings are beautiful because his compositions make one of the opposites, based on Eli Siegel’s principle of aesthetic realism: “All beauty is a making one of opposites, and the making of one of the opposites is what we are going after in ourselves.”
opposites are one
— kenne
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 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— 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.)
Some of My Favorite Colors — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Blue Dignity
