A Reflection Selfie (Puerto Penasco, Mexico) — Image by kenne
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A Reflection Selfie Leave a comment
Osprey, My Can Of Bird 1 comment
Osprey — Image by kenne
“One day I’m going to write a book about osprey .
It has really gotten deep into my bloodstream.
So when you ask what else I do,
I feel like this is part of what I do …
is to watch these birds.”
— Alan Lightman
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Seagull Over Puerto Peñasco, Mexico Leave a comment
Seagull Over Puerto Peñasco, Mexico — Image by kenne
Oh, the wild seagull, the bold seagull,
As he screams in his wheeling flight;
As he sits on the waves in storm or calm,
All cometh to him aright.
All cometh to him as he liketh best,
Nor any his will gainsay;
And he rides on the waves like a bold, young king,
That was crowned but yesterday!
— from The Sea-Gull by Lloyd Mifflin
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314) Leave a comment
Osprey — Mixed Art by kenne
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
— Emily Dickinson
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Pelican Suite Leave a comment
Pelican Landing in Waters Near Puerto Penasco — Image by kenne
Slideshow of Pelican Taking Off in Waters Near Puerto Penasco — Images by kenne
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We Walk On An Unsilvered Mirror Leave a comment
Puerto Penasco Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Earth
We walk on
an unsilvered
mirror,
a crystal surface
without clouds.
If lilies would grow
backwards,
if roses would grow
backwards,
if all those roots
could see the stars
and the dead not close
their eyes,
we would become like swans.
— Federico García Lorca
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A Moment Of Peace Leave a comment
Puerto Peñasco, Sonora Mexico — Image by kenne
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Puerto Peñasco Beach On The Sea of Cortez Leave a comment
Puerto Peñasco Beach On The Sea of Cortez — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A picture
from the past
changed
in the present
looking fixedly
over my shoulder
instead of
into its face
thus having no
preconceptions.
— kenne
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Puerto Peñasco Sunrise 1 comment
Puerto Peñasco Sunrise — Image by kenne
In an October 10th entry, I posted a photo-artistry piece of this image. I thought I would share the original image taken during an early morning walk along the beach near the El Pinacate Biosphere Reserve in Sonora, Mexico five years ago.
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Walking takes longer… than any other known form of locomotion except crawling.
Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed.
— Edward Weston
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Puerto Peñasco Sunset 1 comment
Puerto Peñasco Sunset — Photo-artistry by kenne
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went —
Then you may count that day well spent.
But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay —
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face–
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost —
Then count that day as worse than lost.
— George Eliot
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Puerto Peñasco Sunrise and “The Human Touch” 3 comments
Puerto Peñasco Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Human Touch
‘Tis the human touch
in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more
to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine.
For shelter is gone
when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day.
But the touch of the hand
And the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always.
— Spencer Michael Free
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Puerto Peñasco Beach 2 comments
Puerto Peñasco Beach (February 2018) — Image by kenne
Morning cup of joe
Sun shining on the calm sea
Walk along the shore.
— kenne
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Low Tide At Sunset Leave a comment
Low Tide At Sunset (Beach at Mayan Palace, Sonora, Mexico, February 13, 2018) — Panorama by kenne
Low tide at sunset
Shadows of the passing day
Tracks from shore patrol.
— kenne
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Swimp Boats At The Rocky Point Port 2 comments
Swimp Boats At The Rocky Point (Puerto Peñasco) Port — Computer Painting by kenne
“The meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day, from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person’s life at a given moment.
To put the question in general terms would be to the question posed to a chess champion: “Tell me, Master, what is the best move in the world?”
There simply is no such thing as the best or even a good move apart from a particular situation in a game and the particular personality of one’s opponent.
The same holds for human existence. One should not search for an abstract meaning of life. Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life to carry out a concrete assignment which demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated. Thus, everyone’s task is as unique as is his specific opportunity to implement it.
As each situation in life represents a challenge to man and presents a problem for him to solve, the question of the meaning of life may actually be reversed. Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of life is, but rather he must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.”
–Viktor E. Frankl
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The Point At Rocky Point — “What’s The Point?” 2 comments
The Point Restaurant — Image by kenne
A restaurant stands on the Sea of Cortez at Puerto Peñasco, Sonora, Mexico. In its own way, it’s an answer to Robert Phillips’ poem “What’s The Point” in his book of poetry, “Spinach Days.”
I had the honor of meeting Bob on several occasions. One occasion was at a poetry reading just after publication of “Spinach Days” in 2000. In my copy of his book, he wrote:
For Kenne —
Good to see you again —
& all good wishes for
your own work.
— Bob Phillips
Little did we know that I would write a follow-up to his poem a few years later. My poem titled “The Point is . . .” that I posted on my Yahoo-360 blog in 2005. Yahoo did away with the service in 2008, which is when I started publishing my blog on WordPress.
For days after taking the above photo, “the point” concept kept running through my head. As I often do on Sunday morning, I read poems from some of the books of poetry I have. This morning’s selection was “Spinach Days,” then all the prices started coming together.
However, finding my poem was not easy since it was a posting on my old blog. After searching, I found it with others in a Word document containing other 360 poems under the title, “Will we ever wake,” a title Word gave the document.
What is the Point?
The Point Is . . .
Knowing when to say no,
especially the “hard” no.
Not a point in time,
which has no beginning and no end.
E.T.’s finger and
Obi-Wan Kenobi’s beam of light.
The place we reach
each time we act, the point of no return.
Not the end,
nor is it the beginning.
What we don’t get
when we are told to use common sense.
A place we go
when we decide we are there.
Where we are
when we decide to give up.
Something that we starch
when we don’t get the point.
A corrective statement
used to express your view of truth.
Blank when we act without hesitation,
to destroy the point.
A teacher’s finger,
used to drive home the point.
A moment in time,
if there is a beginning and an end.
Poetic license when deviating
from the norm to make your point.
Where you are when you are exhausted,
or when you decide to give up.
What you want to improve,
writing is your weak point.
What you gain or lose
when being judged.
What you pay when closing a deal,
causing the buyer to feel taken.
Measurement of quality,
the more points, the more expensive.
The circles’ people go in
to make the point
A work of art in Seurat’s dots
and digital photography’s pixels.
What is missing in Gehry’s titanium-wrapped
curves of the Guggenheim Bilbao.
What you don’t want to reach when driving
your motorcycle through the Texas hill country.
The one-finger salute to the sky
sharing the joy of victory.
What the rude nitwit doesn’t get
When making a cell phone call in the theater.
The top of a cap symbolizes the
Opposite characteristic of a point.
It is a bright, usually moveable blinking indicator
on a display in which you can find the spot.
Waiting for the pot to reach the boiling point,
“Only pots know the boiling points of their broths.”
Is what we follow in the stock market,
“Currently, the market is up fifty points.”
Becoming is Superior to Being 