
Time, Light, Photos, and Windmill — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Not a museum
Time, Light, Photos, and Windmill
It can feel like it.
— kenne
Time, Light, Photos, and Windmill — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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A Tucson Sunset — B&W by kenne
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Mt. Lemmon Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne
The Dominant Themes of Life
Time present
Time past
Time Future
Timelessness
Identity
Memory
Consciousness
Humility
Place
Love
— kenne
Fishing From the Boat Dock — Photo-Artistry by kenne
No bait,
only a bullet weight
on the end of the line —
does it really
matter to the boy?
A quiet boy
in a world
all his own
where silence
creates inwardness.
He was six
when this
photograph
was taken all
those years ago.
It’s easy to
wonder what he
was thinking —
‘what’ doesn’t matter
for they were pure.
It is these
moments
sliced out of time —
melancholy with
all its charms.
Moments exist,
otherwise
everything in life
would all happen
at once.
By watching and
connecting with
everything around me,
I have become a
connoisseur of empathy.
— kenne
Hand of Time — Photo-Art by kenne
Our Bias
— W.H. Auden
Death On A Sabino Canyon Trail — Image by kenne
Ken Nordine Album Cover: “How Are Things In Your Town?” 1972
Growing up in the Chicago area as a teen and young adult, I often would listen to a late night jazz on the radio. One of the shows was that of Ken Nordine reading his poetry while playing jazz. He has one of the best radio voices anywhere. You may have heard his voice and didn’t know who it was, since, over the years, he has done a lot of voice-over TV commercials. Since his radio show in the sixties, he has done several Word Jazz albums. One of his albums is “How Are Things In Your Town,” which includes “What Time Is It?”
I have always been preoccupied with time even though I know the concept of time is something created by humans. Time does not exist. Let, without it what would we do.
— kenne
Time– Image by kenne
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“Statue of Death” — Image by kenne
All time is created equal,
but we don’t use it equally.
Some are livin’ on Tulsa time,
while others in a New York minute.
My time is your time,
but it is not mine to give.
You can’t give away
something that isn’t yours.
…unless you share the moment.
— kenne
― Charles Bukowski, War All the Time
Image by kenne
We humans focus too much on time, so much so that when a first grader was being told about daylight savings time and the way you remember whether it’s time to turn the clocks back or forward — think fall back in the Fall and spring forward in the Spring, she asked, “Who tells the birds to spring forward?” Of course the question, like most children’s questions provided for a teaching opportunity — birds don’t need clocks to tell them it’s time to get up or time to go to sleep.
And then there’s Arizona. The time zones across the United States all sprung forward today, but not Arizona. Like the birds, we follow nature’s clock — no spring forward and falling back for us. Since I come from generations of farmers, my wakeup time is earlier with the passing of each day – no sudden change to my body clock. As a result, I still hear the morning dove calls and see the return of the Western Screech Owl to roust under our entrance way. Life continues to change while staying the same.
Oh, if you live on the east coast, don’t be calling us at 8:00am, EDT!
kenne
“Wheel Stuck In Time” — Image by kenne
The tolling bell
Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried
Ground swell, a time
Older than the time of chronometers, older
Than time counted by anxious worried women
Lying awake, calculating the future,
Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel
And piece together the past and the future,
Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,
The future futureless, before the morning watch
When time stops and time is never ending
— from T.S. Eliot’s “The Dry Salvages”
kenne
“The Hands of Time” — Image by kenne
THE HANDS OF TIME
The hands of time –
We think about it
We write about it
We sing about it
We dream about it.
The hands of time –
Sand replacing sun
Hands replacing sand
Crystal replacing hands
Atoms replacing Crystal.
The hands of time –
We are all timekeepers
We observe it
We measure it
We capture the moment.
The hands of time –
To structure reality
Separating what was
From what is
And what will be.
The hands of time –
Measure human existence
In a moment of being
Divide by something gone
From something missing.
The hands of time –
Programmed to receive
Locked in timeout
We can check-out
But can never leave!”
kenne
All time is created equal,
but we don’t use it equally.
Some are livin’ on Tulsa time,
others in a New York minute.
My time is your time,
but it is not mine to give.
You can’t give away
something that isn’t yours.
…unless
you share the moment.
— kenne
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