Kiko, Forever (November 2007) Image by kenne
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Kiko, Forever Leave a comment
We carry Kiko
Some love stays
Witnessing Pain and Suffering 3 comments
Mother In Hospice (08/26/06)
Every photograph of suffering
proposes a contract:
you may look,
but you must not
turn away too quickly.
The stages of pain—
shock, endurance, vacancy—
are flattened into a single frame.
Time is arrested,
yet the body continues
beyond the border
of the image.
— kenne
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Sunset Shadows Leave a comment
Lake Woodlands Sunset — A Painting from A 1999 Photo by kenne
Restoring the old
Creating a new essence
For the observer.
— kenne
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Sunset Art 18 Years Out Leave a comment
Sunset (06/25/06) — Photo-artistry by kenne
Out of the darkness
The light lifting up the soul
Opening the heart.
— kenne
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After A Morning Run With Shorts In Hands Leave a comment
After a Morning Run In The Woodlands, Texas With Shorts In Hands (05/21/09) — Image by joy
“Running releases more than just sweat.”
— Anonymous
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The Touch IV 2 comments
The Touch IV — Photo-artistry by kenne
she loves
the afternoon sun
shining through
the Arbor windows
providing a touch
stimulating deep channels
of arousal in him
and in her twin fonts
— kenne
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Morning Leave a comment
Lake Woodlands Sunrise (1990) Image by kenne
Morning
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on expresso—
maybe a slash of water on the face.
— from Morning by Billy Collins
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Joy and Robin — A Memory Flashback 1 comment
Joy and Robin (Hannah, April 14, 2004) — Image by kenne
Been going through some old photos — it’s that time of year.
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The Reader Leave a comment
The Reader — Computer Art by kenne
Many things have changed
Not soon the reading to pass —
Her pastime buddy.
— kenne
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A Visitor In The Old Neighborhood 3 comments
We drove through Copperknoll, our old neighborhood in The Woodlands, Texas and spotted another visitor.
— Heron image by kenne (May 5, 2015)
I mozy, do you?
Long legs moving straight ahead,
Waddle side to side.
— kenne
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I awaken in time . . . Leave a comment
Southern Magnoia Blossom — Image by kenne
I awaken in time for an
early morning run,
magnolia blossoms opening
in the muggy east Texas air
moving in from the gulf
pushed by squall lines
full of moisture dropping occasionally
as I ran the Kingwood streets
lined with excessively large homes
and yards carved carefully
out of the woods,
having created a tragedy
of what was home
for what was meant to be
before society
forgot what it means
to embrace existence
without creating
self-imposed angst
in an irrational universe –
I keep on running
and running
and running
and running
— kenne
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“You Can’t See Main Street from Wall Street” — Six Years Out 1 comment
Dave Pierce — Images & Video by kenne
April 12, 2009 Dave had friends and family over for a crawfish boil, after which he played guitar and sang some of his songs. One of the songs was the recently written, “You Can’t See Main Street from Wall Street.”
Chorus
You can’t see Main Street from Wall Street, any more.
The wolves of Manhattan keep us Standards, Poor.
A trillion more dollars, just borrowed on time.
But who signed your name, on the long dotted line ?
kenne
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Photos Found, But Never Lost 3 comments
Virginia & Chase
Jana, Chase, Great-grandma & Jill
Jana, Great-grandma Virginia, Chase, Jodie & Justin
Joy
Virginia, Jill, Joy & Justin
Justin, Virginia and Jana
Chase & Grandma Joy
The Woodlands, Texas, October 10, 2004 — Images by kenne
(CLICK ON ANY OF THE IMAGES TO SEE A LARGER VIEW IN A SLIDESHOW FORMAT.)
After Virginia passed away this past April, I began going through photos to have in a video. I thought I had identified all family images with her, however, recently I was looking for an old document and discovered untitled images misfiled in a folder, “Master Plan ISD.” I wonder how many others I may have misfiled.
Lost Photos, Now Found
Not lost until they were found —
Found, but never lost.
— kenne
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Four Years Out 3 comments
Kenne, Kika & Joy On Empty Patio (June 21, 2010)
Looking back on our move from The Woodlands, Texas to Tucson, I’m not sure which one of us may have experienced the most anxiety. One might think it would have been the cat, Kika (who passed away this past December), but Joy would probably argue that point. In many ways we have adjusted well to our new home, town and friends.
Now we are starting our fifth year here, longer than most friends and family would have predicted, especially since Joy has not grown to love southern Arizona as I have — we may very well be considering a different five-year plan after this year.
The four years we have lived here have allowed us to experience most of the things we took into consideration in making the decision to make the move: a new adventure, closer to Joy’s mother and siblings. We are now moving into our fifth year in the Catalina Foothills, not yet knowing what will be driving our next five-year plan, which is why I share again the following poem, “Birthday.” The poem could have very easily been titled, “Life.”
Turned around,
Here am I.
Knowing how,
Not the why.
Never one to be,
Part of the pack
Keep following,
Wind at my back.
Young in heart,
Old in age.
Feeling the itch,
Pacing the cage.
Inner peace,
Knowing the thou.
Learning to write,
Thesis of now.
Turned around,
Found love.
Living the moment,
Free as a dove.
Still learning,
When to talk.
Listening for,
Beat of the walk.
Reality is now,
Truth in the heart.
Singing the knowledge,
Requiem to smart.
Turned around,
Found beauty in art.
Traveling the future,
With Dylan and Descartes.
Satisfying my wonderlust,
Following only the wind.
Traveling this earth,
With little left behind.
— kenne
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Meltdown, Revisited Leave a comment
Meltdown (First Posted October 30, 2008) — Image by kenne
Troglodytes can hide
Dismissing facts of the meltdown
Ignorance is dire.
— kenne
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