Sand Morning Glory, Sullivan’s Island, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne
We do not need to know ‘how’ or ‘where,’
but there is one question
that we should all ask whenever we start anything:
“What am I doing this for?”
— Paulo Coelho
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Sullivan Island Beach Scene 1 comment
Sullivan’s Island Beach — Photo-Artistry by kenne
"Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age To set a crown upon your lifetime's effort. First, the cold friction of expiring sense Without enchantment, offering no promise But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit As body and soul begin to fall asunder. Second, the conscious impotence of rage At human folly, and the laceration Of laughter at what ceases to amuse. And last, the rending pain of re-enactment Of all that you have done, and been; the shame Of motives late revealed, and the awareness Of things ill done and done to others' harm Which once you took for exercise of virtue."
-- T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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Dragonfly On Point — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Late August,
Aging colors change
In desert wetlands
Pensive like a sharp turn.
And yet,
What persistence
Balanced as perchance?
Flying for meters
Only to go back
To the same point.
— kenne
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Dragonfly: On The Road, Charleston, South Carolina Leave a comment
Dragonfly: On the Road, Charleston, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne
spotted at a far
zooming in on the moment
captured in my time
— kenne
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Nature Photographer On Sullivan’s Island 2 comments
Nature Photographer On Sullivan’s Island Beach, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne
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On The Streets of Savannah — Image by kenne
down and out in Savannah
people passing by Sorry Charlie’s
probably don’t know the name
of the man sleeping on the bench
where customers will wait for dinner
at Savannah’s premier oyster bar.
hard times on Savannah streets
an armrest for a pillow
knowing little about the man
with a bandage hand, broken angle
a bottle of water on the ground
near a cap and sunglasses
there is some tragic irony
of a homeless man sleeping
on the street outside
Sorry Charlie’s Oster Bar
in the historic Gibbins Building
in the Ellis Square neighborhood
— kenne
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Sullivan Island Beach 4 comments
A Walk On The Beach, Sullivan, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne
You look out into the water;
The waves make the most beautiful sound.
A place you find peace and comfort,
Walking hand in hand and looking around.
As you walk toward the water,
Sand coats the bottom of your feet.
The smell of the sea salt drawing you closer,.
The view is so beautiful, oh so sweet.
Almost as if it is calling you.
Sometimes it’s only in your mind.
A place to clear your thoughts
And leave everything very far behind.
You find shells, rocks, and other things.
The warmth is like a kiss from up above.
Looking out into the Gulf Coast
Can only remind you of true love.
As the waves come crashing in,
Time seems to be standing still.
The sun is shining down on you
As you walk the beach at your will.
Paradise you thought you could never reach.
Out in the distance you can see the ships sailing by.
Tears of joy for the scene God has put before you,
As the moment makes you cry.
Two shadows are together as one,
A sign of great unity.
A great day full of fun
While walking at the beach.
— Ralph P Quinonez
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Great Egret 2 comments
Great Egret Near The Shore On Mt. Pleasent, South Carolina — Image by kenne
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On The Road — Charleston Sunset Leave a comment
Charleston Sunset (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne
“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
― On the Road
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Picked Fence Morning Glory, Mt. Pleasent, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne
We wreathed about our darling’s head
The morning-glory bright;
Her little face looked out beneath
So full of life and light,
So lit as with a sunrise,
That we could only say,
“She is the morning-glory true,
And her poor types are they.”
So always from that happy time
We called her by their name,
And very fitting did it seem,–
For sure as morning came,
Behind her cradle bars she smiled
To catch the first faint ray,
As from the trellis smiles the flower
And opens to the day.
— from The Morning-Glory by Maria White Lowell
