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
Lake Woodlands Sunset — A Painting from A 1999 Photo by kenne
— kenne
Sunset (06/25/06) — Photo-artistry by kenne
— kenne
After a Morning Run In The Woodlands, Texas With Shorts In Hands (05/21/09) — Image by joy
— Anonymous
The Touch IV — Photo-artistry by kenne
— kenne
Lake Woodlands Sunrise (1990) Image by kenne
Morning
— from Morning by Billy Collins
Joy and Robin (Hannah, April 14, 2004) — Image by kenne
Been going through some old photos — it’s that time of year.
The Reader — Computer Art by kenne
— kenne
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
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
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.”
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.
— kenne
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.”
Meltdown (First Posted October 30, 2008) — Image by kenne
Troglodytes can hide
Dismissing facts of the meltdown
Ignorance is dire.
— kenne
Image by kenne
– townes van zandt – Highway Kind
