Greater Roadrunner On A Southwest Day — Image by kenne
I watch him as he ponders my presence,
only a temporary distraction from
the lizard now locked in step
blinding into the tree bark
disposing of intricate patterns.
Soon the runner disappears
into some unknown world,
no known direction, dissolving
into the brink, yet native lands.
— kenne
Panorama of Sabino Canyon Taken From Tram Road Near Stop 9 (February 16, 2010) — Image by kenne
At the time I took this panorama I had no idea the role this beautiful canyon would play in my life for the next seven years. In February of 2010, we drove to Tucson to explore our making a move from The Woodlands Texas to Tucson. Now the rest is history. (Flickr Album)
— kenne
“Here’s Looking At You” — Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly Image by kenne
What has to be given up is not the I,
as most mystics suppose:
this I is indispensable for any relationship,
including the highest,
which always presupposes an I and You.
The Photographer — Image by kenne
THE PHOTOGRAPHER
The photographer (artist)
seeks to connect what
is already connected, the
past, present, and future
in a moment of existence
while being a traveler
in other people’s reality
sharing an awareness
of the present experience.
An awareness of the moment
with the whole being, the artist
is of the experience —
the essence of existence.
The artist desires to share
the essence, but the resulting image
is about the experience, not
of the experience —
the Tao of observation.
In the process
of capturing an event
the photographer feels
and sees in the moment,
the Tao of an event —
the Tao that is projected
is outside the moment
hence is not the
essence of Tao.
— kenne
Image by kenne
“There are times in this world when things just line up
when everything is just about perfect.
A child’s laugh, a desert sunset and this morning.
It just couldn’t have been better,”
said Cassini spacecraft program manager Earl Maize as the spacecraft tumbled out of control while plummeting more than 76,000 mph into Saturn.
Grunge Art by kenne
— from Llanto by Philip Levine
Barrel Cactus Blossoms — kenne
— kenne
