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‘Hold Tight’   Leave a comment

‘Hold Tight’ — Oil Painting in Black and White by kenne

 

Hold tight
Hold tight
If you wanna make this feeling stay
Hold tight
Hold tight
Don’t let this moment fade away
Hold tight
Now tears gonna stay
Everybody gets the chance someday
Call it once it last you think you’ve got it made
Not a word that anyone can say
That can change the way you feel
Cause you know that love is real
You can choose within you fall in love
Anybody any moment any way
‘Cause no matter who you chose
There’s a chance that you might loose
Gonna the best that I can do
Hold tight

— from Hold Tight by David Romani / Davide Romani / Mauro Malavasi / Paul Adrian Slade

Jay   1 comment

Mexican Jay on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

Jays are great tree planters.

by Jackie Morris

Antimatter — Abstract Art Revisited   Leave a comment

Antimatter (06-04-09)– Abstract Art by kenne

 

Posted June 17, 2021 by kenneturner in Abstract Art, Information

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Monkeyflowers On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Monkeyflowers On Mt. Lemmon (June 11, 2021) — Image by kenne

Sometimes when writing

I take whatever words come,

like a drifting boat. 

— kenne               

Canyon Painting   Leave a comment

Canyon Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The likelihood that your acts of resistance cannot stop the injustice does not exempt you

from acting in what you sincerely and reflectively hold to be the best interests of your community.”

— Susan Sontag

Desert Morning — Abstract Art   1 comment

Desert Morning — Abstract Art by kenne

The rivers are dry
Residents are out early
A mourning dove coos.

Record temps daily
Excessive heat warnings out
Thank God for AC.

— kenne

 

Mt. Lemmon Is Dry!   4 comments

Mt. Lemmon Is Dry — Image by kenne

The Summer monsoon officially starts today.

However, nature didn’t get the message.

Whether in the desert valley or the mountains

the drought continues to preach the southwest.

Will this monsoon season be another nonsoom?

kenne

Walking With The Girl   Leave a comment

Photo-Artistry by kenne

Walking with the girl

I miss her stroking my soul

A watchtower’s voice.

— kenne

Ocotillo Blossoms   1 comment

Casa Grande Ruins

Ocotillo Blossoms — Image by kenne

This gray stick of thorns

Will blossom the torch of peace

Loved by hummingbirds.

— kenne

 

Hawking Pizza In Tucson   Leave a comment

Hawking Pizza In Tucson — Image by kenne

Hot days of summer

One hundred ten in Tucson

Always pizza time.

— kenne

Forest Floor   6 comments

Forest Floor — Mixed Art by kenne

Old age is but the reduced ability and fitness to do something in mind and body.

— kenne

To the man, to the woman . . .   2 comments

Photo-Artistry by kenne

To the man, to the woman
who utilized their
energies, goodness, strength,
anger, love, tenderness,
to those who truly
alive
flowered,
and in their sensuality matured,
let us not apply
the measure
of a time
that may be
something else, a mineral
mantle, a solar
bird, a flower,
something, maybe,
but not a measure.
Time, metal
or bird, long
petiolate flower,
stretch
through
man’s life,
shower him
with blossoms
and with
bright
water
or with hidden sun.
I proclaim you
road,
not shroud,
a pristine
ladder
with treads
of air,
a suit lovingly
renewed
through springtimes
around the world.

— from Ode To Age by Pablo Neruda

Black Saddlebags Dragonfly   3 comments

Black Saddlebags Dragonfly — Image by kenne

Saddlebags skimmer
A large black blotch on each wing
Ready to travel.

— kenne

Variegated Fritillary Butterfly with Rough Edges   Leave a comment

Variegated Fritillary Butterfly — Image by kenne

The edges are rough

Fluidity in motion

Good but not perfect.

— kenne

Granite Ridge   Leave a comment

Wilderness of Rocks Trail In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

Piute Creek

BY GARY SNYDER
 
One granite ridge
A tree, would be enough
Or even a rock, a small creek,
A bark shred in a pool.
Hill beyond hill, folded and twisted   
Tough trees crammed
In thin stone fractures
A huge moon on it all, is too much.   
The mind wanders. A million
Summers, night air still and the rocks   
Warm.   Sky over endless mountains.   
All the junk that goes with being human   
Drops away, hard rock wavers
Even the heavy present seems to fail   
This bubble of a heart.
Words and books
Like a small creek off a high ledge   
Gone in the dry air.
 
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