Celestial Patio Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Reflections are real
It’s reality that’s not
Artists make it real.
— kenne
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Reflections In The Water (Whitewater Draw) — Image by kenne
We stand together
Reflecting togetherness
Legs in the water.
— kenne
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End of Day Reflections — Image by kenne
Picture window
Fall sunset
Darkness settles
Lights shine inside
Window reflects
Sunset is gone
Day becomes night
Mirror window
‘Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest …’
— kenne
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Reflections In The Moment — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Everyone and everything that shows up in our life is a reflection of something that is happening inside of us.”
— Alan Cohen
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Reflections — Graphic Sketch: Photo-Artistic by kenne
Vises sit on the table
beneath the courtyard window
where we watch a radiant
sunrise over the desert landscape.
At the end of the day when
darkness comes into view
only reflections of the vises
appear in the window —
like reflections on water
no longer obtuse
where nothing
leads to nothing.
— kenne
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Reflections II — Computer Art by kenne
The window reflects
All that my eyes see inside
Reflecting me outside.
— kenne
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Reflections — Image by kenne
The empty vase, longing to be filled,
Waits patiently in the sink
For someone to turn on the faucet
The empty vase, full of love
Denies the fact that at this moment
It is just an empty vase
In a land where everyone is an empty vase
It is the human’s job
To hold all the flowers
Even an empty vase
Is fully capable
Of holding its own weight
— from “The Empty Vase” by Scot Warren
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Reflections — Image by kenne
Tell me what you see.
It may not be what you think.
Water reflections.
— kenne
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“Reflections” — Image Presentation by kenne
Reflections on a Water Fountain
by Jun Ji Zhang
What is the purpose of our water feature? There is so much pressure in today’s times to make sure that an object has a meaning, to make sure that it serves a purpose, it is a sad fact that one simply can’t enjoy something simply for the joy of enjoying it. But that is in itself a purpose I suppose. In today’s times, it is all the more important to be able to just stop and smell the roses so the saying goes. That is the purpose of our water feature. My original purpose for the garden spring was to make a nice simple place for one to sit and relax. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. The spring was not to dazzle someone with fluid mechanical phenomenon, that was the role of the monumental fountain, or to impress someone with clever timings of jets and sprays, that was the role of the indoor dynamics fountain, the spring was simply a nice quite place to rest and think.
What I had wanted to create was a place of escape. A place for someone to just get away from it all, be it stress from exams or homework, frustration over friendships or relationships, or simply just for somewhere to go. I wanted a place where I could go, sit down, and not have to worry about who one person is with or what I need to do to prepare for an exam the next day, I wanted a place where I could just sit and think about anything I want, whether it be about the things I don’t want to think about or just reflect on what is going on in my life. What I see is a nice waterfall, full of life and sound and chaos, and yet at the same time, quiet and serene. What I also see is a number of slow streams, along the lines of babbling brooks with a few bridges that ends in a few small ponds. The waterfall is more of a place to stand and think. The streams are instead, a place to walk along, to follow the water to wherever it may flow and provides an environment to walk and talk, even if you are simply taking the long way to classes or something.
That’s all I wanted, a simple quiet and relaxing place to walk along, to sit along, or to just look upon. Nothing fancy, nothing amazing, just peace and quiet. And in today times, a little peace can go a long ways.
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Capturing The Moment — Coffee Table Reflections 1 comment
Coffee Table Reflections — Image by kenne
A pinch of sunlight shines on the coffee table,
only later to be replaced by candlelight.
My eyes direct me to the geometric shape
in the foreground where reflected lines are
broken by plant shadows providing a contrasting link
to darkness in the room, soon to be replaced
by soft evening light dancing on two glasses of wine.
— kenne
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What Path WIll You Take? I Wander. 2 comments
“What Path WIll You Take? I Wander.” Image by kenne
What path will you take?
I wander.
What path did you take?
I wonder?
Was it over yonder?
Maybe,
Just maybe
It was over there.
Who knows?
You wander —
Here,
There,
Everywhere.
kenne
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On this Memorial Day, many honor those who have died in service of our country. All of us have our own way of reflecting; some by introspective thoughts, some by gathering with families of those who have served, some by participating in Memorial Day activities and some by using those who have served in their self-serving political rhetoric.
Still, others use their innermost feeling to paint the pictures of memories — isn’t that what it’s all about? We all have these memory pictures, and a few can paint them. That’s the way Lee Teter approached painting what became Reflections. He wanted to paint an image that would show the pictures not seen on cemetery gravestones. For Lee, “Reflections is about love transcending death in a way that someday will be a reality and not just memory.”
Lee says, “There are two worlds; a real one made by God as a gift to those He loves, and a world of lies and deception made by men. I find wonder in the one, and I hide from the other. I don’t know any other way to keep my heart intact.” For an artist who “paints by feel,” keeping his own heart is an important thing. In the end, the story of the painting is the story of the artist. Quietly, unobtrusively, they make their way through the world.
kenne
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