Raven On A Rock with Bearded penstemon Wildflowers — Image by kenne
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Beware 2 comments
Raven — Photo-Artistry by kenne
. . . beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect . . .
— from The Genious of the Crowd by Charles Bukowski
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“The Town Cryer” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Poetry is read by the lovers of poetry
and heard by some move they coax to the cafe
or the district library for a bifocal reading.
Lovers of poetry may total a million people
on the whole planet. Fewer than the players of skat.
— from “The Instrument” by Les Murray
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Mountain Cabin 3 comments
Mountain Cabin — Digital Painting by kenne
A red cabin stands
At the far end of the trail
Below Mt. Lemmon —
A big black dog
With his chain stretched,
Barking.
A smell of coffee,
She calls the dog
Back to the porch
As a nearby raven
Seems to echo her,
Calling.
— kenne
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A Raven Morning 2 comments
A Raven Morning — Grunge Art by kenne
A raven morning
Darkness is fading away
But leave us the wind.
— kenne
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Raven In The Snow 1 comment
Raven In the Snow — Computer Painting by kenne
A wet snow fell on the mountains
clinging to the pine needles
on a silent, dark night.
By dawn, the clouds were gone
leaving behind an icing
in the high country
where the sun awakens
a picture perfect landscape
and the ravens announce,
. . . “Good Morning America.”
— kenne
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Raven on High — Grunge Art by kenne
raven on high
landing
on an agave flower
casting
a death shadow
linking
the demon
talking
to the wind
waiting
for wind currents
lifting off
free to sore high
performing skilled
aerobatic maneuvers
combining
loops and rolls
seeking intensity
not for show, just for fun
— kenne
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Raven — Grunge Art by kenne
Raven — Grunge Art by kenne
“Hey,” said Shadow.
“Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.”
The bird turned, head tipped,
suspiciously, on one side,
and it stared at him with bright eyes.
“Say ‘Nevermore,'” said Shadow.
“Fuck you,” said the raven.”
— Neil Gaiman
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The Raven Calls 3 comments
The Raven Calls — Grunge Composition by kenne
let me tell you
hell is built
piece by piece
brick by brick
around
you.
it’s a gradual,
not a rapid
process.
we build our
own
inferno,
blame
others.
but hell is
hell.
wordly hell is
hell.
my hell and
your
hell.
our
hell.
hell, hell,
hell.
the song of
hell.
putting your
shoes on
in the
morning,
hell.
— Charles Bukowski
Grunge Composition by kenne
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Raven’s Drinking Fountain 2 comments
observe the raven
drinking among the breakage
at Tlaquepaque.
“Raven’s Drinking Fountain” — Images by kenne
where courtyards offer
a cuisine of art and soul
under cottonwoods.
— kenne
One of the Tlaquepaque Courtyards — Image by kenne
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Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” 2 comments
Image by kenne
“And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!”
— from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
kenne
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Capturing The Moment — A Raven Morning Leave a comment
“A Raven Morning” — Image by kenne
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Santa Catalina Mountain Snow Images — It’s A white Christmas On Mt. Lemmon 3 comments
Snow Covered Christmas Trees On Mt. Lemmon, December 2011 — Image by kenne
Some of the recent postings chronicled my drive up to Mt. Lemmon after heavy snowfall last week. The above image serves as a cover to a slideshow of the photos I captured in the Santa Catalina Mountains. Given the season, having all these winter snow images reflect the white Christmas image we all have seen or carry as a mental image. Click here to see the show
kenne
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Capturing The Moment — “The Mt. Lemmon Greeter” 4 comments
“Raven In The Snow” Mt. Lemmon, December 15, 2011 — Images by kenne
After 27″ of snow on Mt. Lemmon, I drove up Catalina Highway to “capture the moment.” The mountain’s large trees were covered with snow, which gave the area a “winter wonderland” look. After leaving the car at one pull-off, I could hear a nosy raven high on a snow-covered pine. At first, I ignored him, having other images in mind. As I focused on various possible moments to capture, he kept telling me he was the moment. So, I started walking toward him, figuring he would just fly away. As my interested in him increased, I began to realize he was more interested in me than I in him — just love these birds!
On this beautiful snow-covered day, he had become my “Mt. Lemmon Greeter.”
kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore” Leave a comment
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore” by Mario Grobenski — Source: 1x.com
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
” ‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more.” Read more. . .
kenne
