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Lake Robbins Bridge   Leave a comment

Lake Robbins Bridge, The Woodlands, Texas (2003) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We should be blessed if we lived in the present always,

and took advantage of every accident that befell us,

like the grass which confesses the influence of the

slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our

time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities . . .

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

— Henry David Thoreau

The Blues On Campus   1 comment

The Blues On Campus (Lone Star College, Montgomery – 02/19/03) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The blues are the roots and the other musics are the fruits.
It’s better keeping the roots alive,
because it means better fruits from now on.
The blues are the roots of all American music.
As long as American music survives, so will the blues.”

— Willie Dixon (1915–1992)

A Christmas Family Album   11 comments

(Click on any image to see in a slideshow format.)

Christmas Over The Last Couple of Decades — Images by kenne 

Lake Robbins Bridge — A Flashback   1 comment

Lake Robbins Bridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Lost
 

Drawn within its midst
Are signs that could be comprehended
The same signs I thought I could interpret
These signs seem to be nothing
They could mean something
Still in these unknown dreams

It’s snippet visions of flashback
Clicking like the camera’s shutter
Blindsided by the flash
Surrounded by a support swarm of bees
Hope and dream maybe it’s own fantasy

Could be the dreams that I thought of
The dreams that I could have wished
A dream that could be a tell-all tale
This dream could be just a fantasy
Maybe a fate of its own destiny
If I could only get its true impact

This interpretation could be crossroads
A crossroad that could answer it all
It could free me or imprison me
Could be the downfall or success
Maybe an ending with sorrow or joy
Might be answered in my next lifeline

— Sarah Mutabari

Celebrating Walt Whitman   3 comments

Lowell Mick White Reading at the 2008 Walt Whitman Birthday Celebration in Conroe, Texas — Image by kenne

A Supermarket in California

  What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I
walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-
conscious looking at the full moon.
   In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the
neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
   What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping
at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in
the tomatoes!—and you, García Lorca, what were you doing
down by the watermelons?

   I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking
among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
   I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork
chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
   I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following
you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
   We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary
fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and
never passing the cashier.

   Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in a hour.
Which way does your beard point tonight?
    (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the 
supermarket and feel absurd.)
   Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add
shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely.
   Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue
automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
   Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what
America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you
got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear
on the black waters of Lethe?

— Allen Ginsberg

Right Place At The Right Time   2 comments

Lake Woodlands Sea Serpent (1996) — Image by kenne

Right Place At The Right Time

Dressed for work, I open
the front door to a sun
masked in a morning fog.
Immediately, an image came  
to mind of the Lake Woodlands 
sea serpent five miles to the east.
Quickly, I grab a camera and
a tripod knowing the image
I was seeking could be gone
by the time I got to the lake.
My camera, loaded with
a roll of twenty-four exposures
I carefully mount it onto the
tripod near the lakeshore.
Camera settings for shooting
in fog can be challenging,
so I decided to take eight shots,
bracketing each allowing for three
exposures for each shot I would take.
Days later, after the film was developed,
I get the result I wanted — eight great
photographs three of which remain mounted
in a grouping on our living room wall.
I still have the original negatives for being
in the right place at the right time.

— kenne

 

Daughter’s Delight — Love Is In The Air   Leave a comment

My mother, Agnes, talking to son, Tom as granddaughter, Katie looks on (04/11/04) — Image by kenne 

Love is in the air

A narrative not needed

The eyes tell it all.

— kenne

The Best Boss Ever   Leave a comment

My Chancellor, Dr. Joe Airola (09/13/10) 

What made Joe the best boss ever, he didn’t insist on you always agreeing with him.
He once said to me, “Kenne, you know what your problem is, you’re too damn argumentative.”
A characteristic that may have created some enemies, but not with Joe.
He was one of the most self-assured, understanding people I’ve ever known.
We both continued to work together after retirement —
a true friend.

 

Dragonboat Races — Flashback   Leave a comment

DragonBoat2004-09-24_48Photos-72Dragonboat Races (Lake Woodlands, September 24, 2004) — Images by kenne

DragonBoat-Team2004-09-24_43Photos-72Montgomery College Dragonboat Team (The Woodlands, TX)

I fly far without wings
or illusions.
I immerse my body in sunlight, wholly,
motionless, like a stone shaped
in ancient time.
My soul rests in my brain—
I see it drag in the shadow like the long tail
of the thieving magpie that visits me, magically calm.

 —from ‘An Image’ by Chen Jun 陈均 (1974-)

Backyard Wall — Ten Years Out   Leave a comment

Yard Photos Dec 2009Backyard 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

 

Morning Walk In The Woodlands — A Flashback, January 2006   Leave a comment

Morning Walk In The Woodlands - 01-06-72Morning 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

 

The Society Of The Fifth Cave Christmas Celebration, 2009   Leave a comment

Cave Christmas 2009The 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

My First Digital Christmas Card   1 comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMy First Digital Christmas Card (December 15, 2001) — Computer Art by kenne

Tis the Season of Joy!

Mr. Joe — December 2003   Leave a comment

Mr.JoePhoto-72Mr. 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

 

“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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