Archive for the ‘Sunset’ Tag

Sun, the lord of heaven   4 comments

Sun, the lord of heaven — Image by kenne

The Red Poppy

The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.

— Louise Glück 

Works of Art Imitate . . .   Leave a comment

Another Beautiful Sunset — Image by kenne

“Works of art imitate and provoke other works of art,
the process is the source of art itself.”

— Edward Hirsch

“Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light.”   Leave a comment

Red Sky at Sunset –“Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light.” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

— Dylan Thomas

Sunset Over The Mountains   3 comments

Sunset Over the Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

SUNSETS

Pink – orange sunsets
          like all those
                                          time-worn loves
Always smile down
                       upon me
          whispering how good they were
The days
                       and the involvements

I can never turn away
                        from a hiding sun
No more than I can blot out
                                          hidden memories

It’s the last few moments
                         of either
    that promise the most

Smugness in lovers
                          is tolerable
In a sunset
It’s devastating

— John Boynton

What if . . .   3 comments

Sunset Over The Tucson Mountains — Image by kenne

“What if our religion was each other.
If our practice was our life.
If prayer, our words.
What if the temple was the Earth.
If forests were our church.
If holy water–the rivers, lakes, and ocean.
What if meditation was our relationships.
If the teacher was life.
If wisdom was self-knowledge.
If love was the center of our being.”

— Ganga White

Sunset Near Tanque Verde Wash   1 comment

Sunset Near Tanque Verde Wash (09/15/11) — Image by kenne

Such a beautiful tree —
so representative of life.
Yet, we often see beauty only
in the foliage and blossoms
nature provides in one of life’s stages.
Why?

Beauty is everywhere —
there is beauty in death,
marking the stage so important
in the cycles of life.

This tree (image of) is amazing,
a sculpture in the face of the sun,
containing the shapes we use
to design our places in this world.

What image do you present
in the face of the sun?
Does it add?
Does it subtract?

Be honest!

— kenne

Colorless Desert Sunset   Leave a comment

Colorless Desert Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sonoran sunset

A different perspective

Maintains its beauty.

— kenne

A Tucson Sunset   2 comments

A Tucson Sunset — Image by kenne

In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls 
Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon,
Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,
And the deep lane insists on the direction
Into the village, in the electric heat
Hypnotised.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Tom’s Signature

Eliot’s Four Quartets rests on my desk not only because I love his poetic masterpiece
but because my first copy was given to me by my brother, Tom, who wrote
“. . . I’ve become obsessed with it . . . with time . . . with memory . . . with language,
all of which are concentrated in this work. It has become such a part of me.”

Tom went on to write — “To use a few of Eliot’s words; ‘As we grow older the world
becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated . . . ‘ Complications, ambiguities, non sequitur
I keep searching for clarity . . . lucidity, and I know each time I seek that, I’ll
become more entangled. No. I’m not bored—just Scarred. I’m moving toward a sort-of silence . . .
I know what you’re thinking: ‘Bull-shit!’ Since the significant things, I want to say
have the wrong inflections, intonations for most arenas of conversation;
I ramble on into oblivion. A series of non sequitur.” (7/27/84)

I miss Tom.

— kenne

Nothing Gold Can Stay   1 comment

Golden Columbine WildflowerGolden Columbine — Image by kenne

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down today.

Nothing gold can stay.

— Robert Frost

 

 

Bougainvillea & Sunsets December 2012Sunset — Image by kenne

 

Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset   3 comments

Almost Missed The Sunset-72Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset — Image by kenne

Apple Fire smoke

Makes for beautiful photos

Shades of red sunset.

— kenne

Gray Skies At Sunset   3 comments

Gray Skies at Sunset-72Gray Skies At Sunset — Image by kenne

Late yesterday a lot of haze moved in the Tucson basin probably as a result of the Apple Fire burning in the Cherry Valley area east of San Bernadino and south of Big Bear Lake in southern California.  This is a sunset image from our patio. 

— kenne

 

Time   2 comments

Sunset On Blackett's RidgeTime– Image by kenne

Left behind as the sun rushes toward a destiny,

time does not flow in a continuous stream

from past into future like the position of the sun

as we begin to feel foolish waiting for it to set.

 

The present moment is part of what’s about to happen,

“now” becoming a prologue to more things to come

giving us more room to stay in the moment

and your future, a past you remember.

— kenne

 

Ensenada Bay Sunset   1 comment

Ensenada Bay Sunset-art-72Ensenada Bay Sunset (01/07/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sea,

once it casts its spell,

holds one in its net forever.

— Jacques Cousteau

Katelyn At Sunset   Leave a comment

silhouette katelyn-72Katelyn at Sunset (March 2017) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you

can understand.

— from The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats (Fairy and Folktales of the Irish Peasentry 1888) 

 

It Was She And Not The Sea We Heard   Leave a comment

Joy on the beach (1 of 1) blogThe Sea of Cortas — Image by kenne

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,
That was not ours although we understood,
Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.

The sea was not a mask. No more was she.
The song and water were not medleyed sound
Even if what she sang was what she heard,
Since what she sang was uttered word by word.
It may be that in all her phrases stirred
The grinding water and the gasping wind;
But it was she and not the sea we heard.

— from The Idea of Order at Key West by Wallace Stevens
(Click Here To Read The Complete Poem)
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