
January Sunrise, Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot
January Sunrise, Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot
Morning Sunlight in the Saguaro National Park – East — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sonoran Desert Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Walking The Shoreline At Sunrise (Playacar Beach) — Image by kenne
Playacar Beach Sunrise — Image by kenne
Sandos Playacar Beach Sunrise — iPhone Image by kenne
Nearing the end of our two-week vacation that has included Jill and Hugh’s wedding in Kingwood, Texas, the French Quarter in New Orleans and Playa del Carmen, Mexico. We will end our vacation by visiting Tulum, the site of a pre-Columbian Mayan walled city.
— kenne
Morning Sunrise Along The Trail — Image by kenne
Puerto Peñasco Sunrise — Image by kenne
In an October 10th entry, I posted a photo-artistry piece of this image. I thought I would share the original image taken during an early morning walk along the beach near the El Pinacate Biosphere Reserve in Sonora, Mexico five years ago.
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Walking takes longer… than any other known form of locomotion except crawling.
Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed.
— Edward Weston
Galveston Island Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Hiking Douglas Spring Trail — Image by kenne
Saguaros At Sunrise — Image by kenne
The Capture of Mr. Sun The sun is a lion circling his cage, Caught for you, brought for you on this wheeled stage, Through fixed bars glaring his wrath and his rage Like a pen for the baby or bedrails in old age. The lion is a sunflower with a broad gold face, Its petals outstreaming like a mane or the rays Of that candescent Power we all watch pace Through the gendering heavens on its circuit of days. The flower is tracing the sun on its rounds; The carnival moves through its orbit of towns; The lion's cage rolls your streets up and down Where be pads and we shiver at his smile, his frown. -- W. D. Snodgrass
Sunrise, Outer Banks Of North Carolina
— kenne
Hazy Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
— William Gass
Tanuri Ridge Sunrise — Computer Art by kenne
Morning
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.
— Billy Collins
Sabino Canyon Sunrise — Image by kenne
We are part of the universe,
we have the essence of the earth in our bones,
oceans in our blood and stars in our mind’s
desire to reach out and be more.
— Casey Kochmer