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Thanksgiving — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Decorations (1 of 1) art-2-72.jpgThanksgiving — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Thanksgiving with kin

Years of working at fitting in

But do I belong?

— kenne

Posted November 27, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry, Thanksgiving

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Thanksgiving Rose   Leave a comment

Rose_2015 05 06_0650-art blogThanksgiving Rose — Computer Art by kenne

My Thanksgiving rose
It is yours if you want it
A gift of my love.

— kenne

Posted November 24, 2017 by kenneturner in Art, Computer Art, Information, Photoshop, Poetry

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!   1 comment

TucsonTucson Basin — Computer Painting by kenne

Wishing everyone a super Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy the time together.

— kenne

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

— William Blake

“Gratitude is the memory of the heart.”   1 comment

joy-and-kenne-20160124_170222-art-blogComputer Art by kenne

“Gratitude is the memory of the heart.”
– Jean Baptiste Massieu

These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there’s only future
There’s only here, there’s only now

Oh, your smiling face, your gracious presence
Oh, the fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory
They’re crying freedom in the night

These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one magician
Turned the water into wine

These are days of the endless dancing
And the long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When I’m holding you oh so tight

These are the days by the sparkling river
And His timely grace and the treasured find
This is the love of the one great magician
Turned the water into wine

These are the days now that we must savor
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You got to hold them in your heart

These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days

These Are the Days, by Van Morrison

 These Are the Days Video

The gift is to the giver . . .   2 comments

Decorations (1 of 1) art blogThanksgiving Still Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne

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Whoever you are! motion and reflection are especially for you,

The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.

Whoever you are! you are he or she for whom the earth is solid and liquid,
You are he or she for whom the sun and moon hang in the sky,
For none more than you are the present and the past,
For none more than you is immortality.

Each man to himself and each woman to herself, is the word of the
past and present, and the true word of immortality;
No one can acquire for another–not one,
Not one can grow for another–not one.

The song is to the singer, and comes back most to him,
The teaching is to the teacher, and comes back most to him,
The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most to him,
The theft is to the thief, and comes back most to him,
The love is to the lover, and comes back most to him,
The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him–it cannot fail,
The oration is to the orator, the acting is to the actor and actress
not to the audience,
And no man understands any greatness or goodness but his own, or
the indication of his own.

— from “A Song of the Rolling Earth” by Walt Whitman

Thanksgiving Cigar   1 comment

Thanksgiving 2012 Oceanside“Thanksgiving Cigar” — Image by kenne

THANKSGIVING CIGAR

the table is clean

we are stuffed with food and drink

a cigar moment

— kenne

Agave Stalk — Over Twelve Feet Since Thanksgiving   5 comments

Desert Museum-9854 agave stalk blog framedThis Agave Stalk Has Grown Over Twelve Feet Since Thanksgiving.
The Power of Tequila! — Image by kenne

Agave [Cactus]
by Carol Hamilton

You don’t squeeze tequila
from a pumped up, rubbery leaf.
Nothing is easy in Mexico,
and everything takes time,
patience, muscle. Hacking
and digging and hacking
and a deep pit and fire
and time and time and time.
I lose time, forget it at
the other end of the tequila,
but left to me, that cactus
would still be standing there
on the [Sonora] Desert
undisturbed.

This poem can be found in the book, AGAVE

“If you like tequila,
you will love the art,
songs, poems, stories,
and recipes in
AGAVE.”

Since moving to Tucson and becoming a Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalist, I know agaves are not cacti, and I live in the Sonoran Desert, not the Sonora Desert. However, since poets like to take poetic license, I will give Carol a pass on this one.

kenne

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