Backyard Wall, The Woodlands, Texas (December 18, 2009) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Life has no meaning a priori…
It is up to you to give it a meaning,
and value is nothing
but the meaning that you choose.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre
Archive for the ‘The Woodlands Texas’ Tag
Backyard Wall — Ten Years Out Leave a comment
Morning Walk In The Woodlands — A Flashback, January 2006 Leave a comment
Morning Walk In The Woodlands, Texas (Joy, January 2006) — Image by kenne
Before moving to Tucson in 2010, we did a lot of walking and jogging in our home community, The Woodlands, Texas.
— kenne
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The Society Of The Fifth Cave Christmas Celebration, 2009 Leave a comment
The Society of the Fifth Cave Christmas Celebration, December 19, 2009
The Society of the Fifth Cave, “A Reading Club for the Non-Discriminating Bourgeoisie,” has existed in one form are another, since 1983. I became a member in 1998. The last time I was able to attend one of our monthly meetings was September 2012.
— kenne
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.”
— Edward Abbey
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My First Digital Christmas Card 1 comment
My First Digital Christmas Card (December 15, 2001) — Computer Art by kenne
Tis the Season of Joy!
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Mr. Joe — December 2003 Leave a comment
Mr. Joe (December 21, 2003) — Image and poem by kenne
This image and poem predate selfies and my blog.
Why is the poem addressed to “Mr. Joe?”
I have no idea.
“Do not seek answers
which cannot be given you . . .”
— kenne
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“Is It, Or Is It Not?” 1 comment
Foggy Morning — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Is it, or is it not?”
Look Again,
The image you see
Is not what is.
Look again,
The image you see
Is not what was.
Look again,
The image you see
Is not what will be.
Look again,
The image you see
Is not what is real.
— kenne
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Wine for Two, Revisited Leave a comment
“Wine for Two” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Wine for Two
(May 2008)
Picture this,
the setting sun
beaming streams of light
through the trees.
Occasionally moving
with the breeze,
sending beams dancing
across the glass tabletop.
Captured for the moment
in two glasses of wine,
only to be released forever
to the hearts of each lover.
A visual of the mind
seeking a mindless void
for each heart to fill
but a fragment of the matrix
The new field of vision
changing the way things are seen,
the glasses in the picture
forever changed to one.
kenne
