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Raven On A Rock   Leave a comment

SCVN Weds Walk 08-01-12Raven On A Rock with Bearded penstemon Wildflowers — Image by kenne

 

Beware   2 comments

Raven-0470-art-2-72.jpgRaven — 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

Raven — The Town Cryer   Leave a comment

Raven-Art-blog“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

Mountain Cabin   3 comments

Rose Lake July 2013Mountain 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

A Raven Morning   2 comments

scvn-nature-walk-01-18-12-raven-art-blog-iiA Raven Morning — Grunge Art by kenne

A raven morning

Darkness is fading away

But leave us the wind.

— kenne

 

Raven In The Snow   1 comment

december-snow-2011-raven-1-of-1-art-blogRaven 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

 

Raven On High   Leave a comment

raven-1-of-1-art-iv-blogRaven 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

Raven — Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Raven — Grunge Art by kenne

Raven (1 of 1) grunge Art blogRaven — 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

The Raven Calls   3 comments

Rust5 & Raven Grunge Art blog

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

Raven Calling In The Storm (1 of 1) grunge art blogGrunge Composition by kenne

Raven’s Drinking Fountain   2 comments

observe the raven

drinking among the breakage

at Tlaquepaque.

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Raven (1 of 1)-2 blog“Raven’s Drinking Fountain” — Images by kenne

where courtyards offer

a cuisine of art and soul

under cottonwoods.

— kenne

Tlaquepaque Courtyard (1 of 1)_art blogOne of the Tlaquepaque Courtyards — Image by kenne

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

Posted August 22, 2012 by kenneturner in Art, Information, Life, Nature, Photography, Poetry

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Capturing The Moment — A Raven Morning   Leave a comment

“A Raven Morning” — Image by kenne

Posted January 22, 2012 by kenneturner in Capturing the Moment, Life, Nature, Photography

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Santa Catalina Mountain Snow Images — It’s A white Christmas On Mt. Lemmon   3 comments

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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

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

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

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