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
Sunrise In Lake Charles (May 22, 2017) — Images by kenne
Down On the Bayou
The cypress swamp around me wraps its spell,
With hushing sounds in moss-hung branches there,
Like congregations rustling down to prayer,
While Solitude, like some unsounded bell,
Hangs full of secrets that it cannot tell,
And leafy litanies on the humid air
Intone themselves, and on the tree-trunks bare
The scarlet lichen writes her rubrics well.
The cypress-knees take on them marvelous shapes
Of pygmy nuns, gnomes, goblins, witches, fays,
The vigorous vine the withered gum-tree drapes,
Across the oozy ground the rabbit plays,
The moccasin to jungle depths escapes,
And through the gloom the wild deer shyly gaze.
— Mary Ashley Townsend
A June Sunrise In Sabino Canyon — Images by kenne
— Tom Robbins
“Desert Silhouette” — Image by kenne
— Lord Byron
Sunrise On Wildhorse Trail — Image by kenne
— Alan Watts
Hot Air Balloons Over a Sedona Morning (June 15, 2016) — Images by kenne
