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AI Wasteland   Leave a comment

 Human Condition — Abstract Art by kenne

We are doomed
if we can meet
only by Zoom

spending each day
looking at some device
sighing in dismay

being told to stand
from a heart alert
in this AI wasteland.

— kenne

Make The World A Safer Place, Wear A Mask When In The Public   3 comments

Photo-Artistry by kenne

When defining COVID Rules,
think less in terms of unbreakable rules
and more in terms of CONSIDERATION, RESPECT,
and MAKING OTHERS COMFORTABLE.

— kenne

Hepatic Tanager   Leave a comment

Hepatic Tanager — Image by kenne

Some may try,
but it is not possible
to stop the river of life.

— kenne

Corner Fence Post   Leave a comment

Corner Fence Post — B & W image by kenne

My father
dead now for interminable years.
Won’t leave me in peace, doesn’t want to go.
I see him every day.
My old man hides in trees, in water,
in clouds of smoke escaping from secretary cigarettes,
or he enters like a thief through my windows
and he steals my food.

He’s a live wire.
He’s capable of hiding himself on the moon
and he tells me,
son, nothing remains.
Nothing remains.

My father planted in his Mexican soil,
laying roots into the dark meadow of forget, shines.
When I turn off the lamp,
his face throws sparks in the corner.
When I make love, he comes running.
When I step out to the street,
he pursues me through the eyes of homeless children.
He wears heels of gold.
He smells my coffee.
I see him without seeing him and he says,
son, nothing remains.
Nothing remains.

My father dead already and turned to dust,
cries tears of clay.
With the voice of stones,
he shouts, he sings,
his final advice.

Son, your life is one coin.
Spend yourself well
for nothing remains.
Nothing remains of me.

— from Ghost Sickness by Luis Alberto Urrea

Arizona Beggarticks Wildflower   Leave a comment

Arizona Beggarticks Wildflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I paint with pixels
Adding new layers and filters
To create new art

Only to allow
The eye of the beholder
To become the judge.

Art is everywhere
Needing discipline of time
Found in simple things.

— kenne

Dried Vines   Leave a comment

Dried Vines — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Once the process of bringing forth new life passes,
leaves fall, vines become brittle to the touch,
and seeds are transported to new lands
where life can begin anew when the rains return.

There is reason to believe that the rains will not
return, or at least with so little only the hardiest
of the hardy will survive when the heat of the
new normal bakes the already dry land.

What will come of this wasteland? A land where
the winds carry a deadly virus bringing death
to weakest of the weak, where many feel they
are not accomplices to what caused the suffering.

— kenne

White-lined Sphinx Moth — Abstract Art   1 comment

White-lined Sphinx Moth — Abstract Art by kenne

When we are faced by something
that really threatens us,
it’s impossible to look around,
even though that is
the safest and most sensible thing to do.

— Paulo Coelho

Frank S. Rose, 09/11/27 – 10/15/20   2 comments

Mountain Wildflowers of Southern Arizona —
A Field Guide to the Santa Catalina Mountains and Other Nearby Ranges by Frank S. Rose

When I began hiking the mountains of southern Arizona, I always had my
camera with me. If you follower of this blog, you know there are many
photos of beautiful mountain wildflowers, most of which I could not identify.
However, Frank S. Rose made it easy for me to put names with the photos
with the publication of his field guide in 2011. 

For years before the guide’s publication, Frank spent summers painting
watercolor images of the wildflowers. But, much like myself, he experienced
difficulty identifying the wildflowers. It wasn’t until Frank got to know Joan Tedford,
Bob Porter and other Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists spending time
with them on their weekly nature walks, that he began to work on his
photographic field guide.

Thank you, Frank, for your many hours and miles of walking, searching,
photographing and learning about flowers from which so many of us have benefited.

— kenne

 

Joan Tedford, Debbie Bird, Edi Moore, Heather Murphy, and Frank Rose (May 2, 2016) — Images by kenne

In this video, Frank Rose tells the story of how he met Joan Tedford.

 

Remember, You Are A Black Swan   1 comment

Black Swan-72Black Swan — Source: Pinterest 

“Imagine a speck of dust next to a planet a billion times
the size of the earth. The speck of dust represents the
odds in favor of your being born; the huge planet would
be the odds against it. So stop sweating the small stuff.
Don’t be like the ingrate who got a castle as a present and
worried about the mildew in the bathroom. Stop looking
the gift horse in the mouth—remember that you are a
Black Swan.”

― from  The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable by Nassim Nicholas Taleb,

Poe’s, Sonnet — To Science   Leave a comment

Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sonnet – To Science

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

— Edgar Allen Poe

A Van Gogh Effect Abstract   Leave a comment

“Angle in the Vortex” (2006) — Van Gogh Effect Abstract by kenne

We buy books because we believe we’re buying the time to read them.

— Warren Zevon

 

Now Lay On Your Eyes   1 comment

Autumn Abstract Art by kenne

Added layers to art 
Colors and shapes change the view
Now lay on your eyes.

— kenne

Geo-Wall — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Geo-Wall (Sonoran Desert)– Photo-Artistry by kenne

Wildflowers take growth
In the least likely places
Life’s random nature.

— kenne 

 

Hope   1 comment

Cedar Waxwing — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Hope is the thing with feathers—
that perches in the soul—
and sings the tune without the words—
and never stops—at all—

— Emily Dickinson

Ripe Olives   Leave a comment

Ripe Olives — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Happiness is having three garlic and jalapeno stuffed olives
in your martini when you are hungry.”

— kenne

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