“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 — Digital Painting by kenne
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A Raven Morning — Grunge Art by kenne
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Raven In the Snow — Computer Painting by 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
Raven — Grunge Art by kenne
Raven — Grunge Art by kenne
— Neil Gaiman
The Raven Calls — Grunge Composition by kenne
— Charles Bukowski
Grunge Composition by kenne
“Raven’s Drinking Fountain” — Images by kenne
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One of the Tlaquepaque Courtyards — Image by kenne
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
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“A Raven Morning” — Image by kenne
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.
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“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.”
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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. . .
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