Sonoran Sunset # 3931 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sonoran sunset
Many colors in the sky
Shining through the clouds
Eleven years of sunsets
Seen here in Tucson.
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Sonoran Sunset # 3931 Leave a comment
Sonoran sunset
Eleven years of sunsets
7 Falls Trail Leave a comment
7 Falls Trail In Bear Canyon (03-20-15) — Image by kenne
After a day’s walk, everything has twice its usual value.
— G.M. Trevelyan
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Desert Grass — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In the grass
the cactus, with hair-like spines,
irritate the skin upon touch.
Spring flowers have withered again
in silence, the desert awaits
the hours of great sorrow
and travail.
— kenne
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Chaos Leave a comment
Chaos — Abstract Art by kenne
I’m not sure the words ocean and sea
mean the same to you and me.
Ninety-five percent universal confusion,
dark matter was born with the legitimacy
of an onion, the roar of a lion.
I sit in the rumble seat of judgment,
I damn myself for entertainment,
for wasting time on hopeless entertainment.
I am guilty of snarling lines, Gordian
knots in my “Shakespeare” fishing reels.
I must untangle this because eels
have hearts like us. The enemy
is symmetry.
In the spring of content,
I trust glorious chaos. I smell in disorder
the outhouse of order.
— from Chaos by Stanley Moss
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Morning In The Canyon Leave a comment
Morning In The Canyon (Pima Canyon) — Image by kenne
Daylight comes earlier
with each passing day
I dress in translucent light
as the fading shadows
of night slowly move on.
I will leave soon to hike
in a nearby canyon
still, I pause taking time
to read poetry before leaving
preparing my thoughts
to be with nature.
— kenne
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Adobe Window with Shutters Leave a comment
Adobe Window with Shutters — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Art may only take
an hour to create
but it needs a
whole lifetime.
— kenne
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The Reader Leave a comment
The Reader — Photo-Artistry by kenne
She reads books
as one would
breath air, to
fill up and live.
— Annie Dillard
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Saguaro Sunrise Leave a comment
Saguaro Sunrise — Image by kenne
“The passage into mystery always refreshes. If, when we work, we can look once a day upon the face of mystery,
then our labor satisfies. We are lightened when our gifts rise from pools we cannot fathom. Then we know they are
not a solitary egotism and they are inexhaustible.”
— Lewis Hyde
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Lupine In The Desert 1 comment
Lupine In The Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.”
— Edward Abbey
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Lily Of The Desert 1 comment
Mariposa Lily — Image by kenne
I cherish the solitude
of walking alone in nature —
no feelings of loneness
where everything around
me is alive and alert
to my presence
a spirit of closeness
and unity serving
in ecstatic integration.
— kenne
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Bonsai Bose Art and Loneliness Leave a comment
Bonsai Bose Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Loneliness is creeping in on my moments of solitude.
After a busy day, I have always enjoyed those moments of solitude,
an opportunity to relax and ponder existence. But with age,
solitude has become a prison of living day to day with weary pain.
I was a runner for years, then I became a jogger, now a walker
just trying to keep my balance. The change over time was slow enough,
allowing adjustments to the aging process. But in recent years,
the decline has begun to move at a hurried pace.
Strenght has disappeared, limbs have grown stiff, and every function
less accurate with every fiber of my being frail and overwrought with life.
So, here I am, imprisoned in the last stage of life, soon to become an empty ghost.
Still, I’m reminded, being old is a privilege.
— kenne
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In Spite Of . . . 2 comments
In Spite of the Drought Nature Finds Ways To Survive — Image by kenne
Life is a journey
trying to learn
the unwritten
laws of living.
— kenne
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Missing Spring Festivals 1 comment
Missing Spring Festivals — Image by kenne
I have said the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
And nothing, not God, is greater to one that one’s self is,
And I say to any man or women,
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
— Walt Whitman
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall Leave a comment
Mirror, Mirror On The Wall — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I saw her coming.
The version of myself I wanted to see,
I saw her in the corners of my eyes,
I felt her shouting at me from the future,
So loud I heard it through another dimension,
I felt her overwhelming confidence and
Clear sense of direction shaking the ground as I pass by her image
So much so that I forget about the past;
It melts away with her words, at her resurrection
As I make her come alive time after time,
My Alter Ego.
She lies within me and sometimes, if you look closely
You can see her within the cracks of my skin,
Beneath the fragments of my broken heart when,
Against all odds, I must find strength.
— from Alter Ego by Adrianna Franklin
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Clouds Breakup After Snow On The Mountains 1 comment
Clouds Breakup After Snow On The Mountains — Image by kenne
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that
within me there lay an invincible summer.
— Albert Camus
