Cloud Ripples At Sunset — Image by kenne
“Nature is orderly.
That which appears to be chaotic in nature
is only a more complex kind of order.”
— Gary Snyder
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Cloud Ripples At Sunset Leave a comment
“Nature is orderly.
Christmas For Two 10 comments
Christmas Eve 2020 Sunset (Tucson) — Images by kenne
Christmas for two
2010 was our first
Christmas in Tucson
we spent it together
hiking nearby trails
swimming in the pool
enjoying our new desert life.
over the years, we traveled
each Christmas
spending time with family
now ten years out
the curse of COVID
has limited our travels
we are together again
on Christmas Eve watching
another beautiful sunset
we miss not being
with family and friends
a price for the future
— kenne
“Spinning Song” — A Love Song
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Sunset On The Italian Springs Trail Leave a comment
Sunset On The Italian Springs Trail — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Italian Springs Trail is in the Rincon Mountains.
This view is of the Santa Catalina Mountains at sunset.
— kenne
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Puerto Penasco Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Earth
We walk on
an unsilvered
mirror,
a crystal surface
without clouds.
If lilies would grow
backwards,
if roses would grow
backwards,
if all those roots
could see the stars
and the dead not close
their eyes,
we would become like swans.
— Federico García Lorca
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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
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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
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“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
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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
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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
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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
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Colorless Desert Sunset Leave a comment
Colorless Desert Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sonoran sunset
A different perspective
Maintains its beauty.
— kenne
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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
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
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Nothing Gold Can Stay 1 comment
Golden 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
Sunset — Image by kenne
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Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset 3 comments
Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset — Image by kenne
Apple Fire smoke
Makes for beautiful photos
Shades of red sunset.
— kenne
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Gray Skies At Sunset 3 comments
Gray 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
