Sunset with “A” Mountain in the Foreground (Zooming in from our patio.) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Archive for the ‘Sunset’ Tag
Can You See “A” Mountain (Sentinel Peak) In The Sunset? Leave a comment
Giving Thanks For Beautiful Sunsets 3 comments
November Sunset — Moment Captured by kenne
Nature provides the beauty
and at best, I can only try,
try to capture the moment
for which, I’m thankful.
— kenne
Rain At Sunset Leave a comment
Desert Rain At Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Beautiful sunsets
Living on Tanuri Ridge
Even when it rains.
Watching the sunset
Rejuvenate mind and soul
At the end of day.
Sunsets are a gift
Its passage is refreshing
To all who see it.
Moved by each sunset
In the face of mystery
Creating a dream.
By sharing your dreams
They become the stuff of myths
To be shared by all.
— kenne
Over The Rooftop Sunset 1 comment
Over The Rooftop Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The place to improve the world
is first in one’s own heart and head and hands,
and then work outward from there.
— Robert M. Pirsig
Puerto Peñasco Sunset 1 comment
Puerto Peñasco Sunset — Photo-artistry by kenne
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went —
Then you may count that day well spent.
But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay —
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face–
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost —
Then count that day as worse than lost.
— George Eliot
Sailboat Adrift At Sunset Leave a comment
Sailboat Adrift at Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sunset
The fire in the sky is dying
The mountains are tall and dark
The spirit of the day is flying
Sunset leaves its mark
The colors up on high are lovely
The air is clear and cool
An ending approaches mildly
Day and night begin a duel
But the light must give way sometime
And who will win, I’ll bet
Is dark, mysterious nighttime
As day gives way to sunset
— Mary O. Fumento
Photo-Artistry Sunset 3 comments
Photo-Artistry Sunset by kenne
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees going nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.
— Adam Zagajewski
