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My Dream Butterfly   Leave a comment

two-tailed swallowtail butterfly art-Edit-blogMy Dream Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

My dream butterfly
An O’Keeffe impression
Fly on my sweetheart.

— kenne

 

Late Fall Butterflies   5 comments

Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterflies-art.jpgTwo-Tailed Swallowtail Butterflies (Taken early this week before leaving for Thanksgiving in southern California.)– Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Grunge Art   1 comment

Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterflies-Edit-2-art-blog.jpgTwo-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne

Landscape Seen with the Nose

A cold tremor
burnt out of flesh by
the roosters
Drops a cloud on the prairie.
In the house
someone’s burning
The chaff.
The plows will come
with the down.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly   1 comment

Two-tailed Swallowtail-0458-art-Edit-1-blogTwo-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Happiness is a butterfly,
which when pursued,
is always just beyond your grasp,
but which,
if you will sit down quietly,
may alight upon you.

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

Two-Tailed Swallowtail — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Two-tailed Swallow Tail art-blog-1Two-tailed Swallowtail — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves,
dispel the clouds which hang over our brows,
and take up a little life into our pores.
Do not stay to be an overseer of the poor,
but endeavor to become one of the worthies of the world.”

— Henry David Thoreau

Entering A World Of Color   1 comment

two-tailed swallowtail butterfly art blogTwo-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly Entering a World of Color — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Color possesses me.
I don’t have to pursue it.
It will possess me always, I know it.
That is the meaning of this happy hour:
Color and I are one.
I am a painter.

— Paul Klee

Butterfly and Flower — Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Southern California September 2012Butterfly (Two-tailed Butterfly) and Flower (Mexican Bird of Paradise) Photo-Artistry by kenne

The meaning and purpose of dancing is the dance.
Like music also, it is fulfilled in each moment of its course.
You do not play a sonata in order to reach the final chord,
and if the meaning of things were simply in ends,
composers would write nothing but finales.

— Alan Watts
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