“Death” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Death 1 comment
I don’t fear death so much as I fear its prologues:
December Full Moon with Effects 1 comment
December 29, 2020 Full Moon with Effects — Images by kenne
My soul’s shadow
raps around the moon.
My heart is resting
in a bed of dreams.
My eyes open wide
just before dawn.
— kenne
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Flowers Outside The Window 1 comment
Flowers Outside the Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“They own the window,
You own the view”
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A Fleabane Winter Leave a comment
Arizona Fleabane Wildflower — Image by kenne
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Lines and Space Leave a comment
Lines and Space — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Line is line,
space is space –
wherever found.
The consideration
of them is necessary
to every work of art,
and no such work
can exist without them.
— Cecilia Beaux
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The Bluebird of Happiness Leave a comment
Western Bluebird — Image by kenne
The beggar man and the mighty king are only diff’rent in name,
For they are treated just the same by fate.
Today a smile and tomorrow a tear,
We’re never sure what’s in store,
So learn your lesson before it is too late, so
Be like I, hold your head up high,
Till you find a bluebird of happiness.
You will find greater peace of mind
Knowing there’s a bluebird of happiness.
And when he sings to you,
Though you’re deep in blue,
You will see a ray of light creep through,
And so remember this, life is no abyss,
Somewhere there’s a bluebird of happiness.
— from The Bluebird of Happiness by Edward Heyman
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Sonoran Winter Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Crossroad
On, what sorrow to have
poems off in the distance
of passion, and a brain
all stained with ink!
Oh, what sorrow not to have
the happy man’s fantastical
shirt—a tanned skin,
the sun’s carpet.
(Flocks of letters
wheel round my eyes.)
Oh, what sorrow the ancient
sorrow of poetry,
this sticky sorrow
so far from clean water!
Oh, sorrow of sorrowing
to sip at the vein of lyric!
Oh, sorrow of dried-up fountains
and mills without flour!
Oh, what sorrow to have
no sorrow, to spend life
on the colorless grass
of the hesitant lane!
Oh, the deepest sorrow:
the sorrow of joy, a plow
Cutting furrows for us
where weeping bears fruit!
(The cold moon rises
over a paper mountain.)
Oh, sorrow of truth!
Oh, sorrow of the lie!
— Federico Garcia Lorca
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Winter In The Canyon 3 comments
The Bluff Trail In Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
The bluff trail runs a short distance from Sabino Canyon Road to Sabino Creek.
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A Christmas Family Album 11 comments
(Click on any image to see in a slideshow format.)
Christmas Over The Last Couple of Decades — Images by kenne
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Christmas For Two 10 comments
Christmas Eve 2020 Sunset (Tucson) — Images by kenne
Christmas for two
2010 was our first
Christmas in Tucson
we spent it together
hiking nearby trails
swimming in the pool
enjoying our new desert life.
over the years, we traveled
each Christmas
spending time with family
now ten years out
the curse of COVID
has limited our travels
we are together again
on Christmas Eve watching
another beautiful sunset
we miss not being
with family and friends
a price for the future
— kenne
“Spinning Song” — A Love Song
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Greater Roadrunner Up A Tree 5 comments
Greater Roadrunner Up A Tree — Image by kenne
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Poinsettia Leaves 2 comments
Poinsettia Leaves — Image by kenne
leaves of red and green
with candles and figurines
decorate our home
— kenne
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The Year Of The Bighorn Fire 2 comments
The Year of the Bighorn Fire and COVID In the Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne
our bad year that was
air filled with smoke and virus
one gone one here
— kenne
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Christmas Through The Looking Glass 1 comment
Photo-Artistry by kenne
An image created
from a reflection;
therefore,
it’s an illusion.
One might say it’s
symbolic of Christmas.
Of course, one might say
that’s true of life —
the opposite of
what is expected.
— kenne
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Cactus Wren In Sabino Canyon Leave a comment
Cactus Wren In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
The male cactus wren
to attract the female
will build two or more
nest, usually in the cholla
still, he may not be able
to allure her affection.
— kenne
