Talking Stick Resort Cigar Bar (Shadows) — iPhone images by kenne
sound of money
talking above the band
modern couples
old men
buying scotch
cigars
long legs
standing on heels —
I watch
kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Talking Stick Resort Cigar Bar 2 comments
Capturing The Moment — Sunset # *** 6 comments
Sunset # *** Image by kenne
How do you describe a sunset
when they’re all beautiful?
Yet, they are all different
and deserving of expression.
Try as I may,
words become redundant,
depleted of feeling,
left only with the silence
of nature’s best
at the end of the day —
Sunset # ***.
— kenne
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I Stare At Shadows 5 comments
“I Stare At Shadows” — Image by kenne
I stare at shadows,
looking for answers
in deep caverns
of my soul,
only to see them
blurred by others
as water
in the stream
of life
rushes by.
— kenne
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The Light Of My Soul — Come To Me 2 comments
Come To Me — Image by kenne
The light
of my soul
coming from
the inside out
knowing that
you feel it —
so why slight it
when you want it?
. . . come to me
lie down beside me
your don’t have to explain,
I understand.
— kenne
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The Road Goes On And On Into The Sunset 9 comments
“The Road Goes On And On Into The Sunset” — Image by kenne
A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon
and then dripped over and was gone,
and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone,
and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag,
hung over the spot of its going.
And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon,
and darkness crept over the land from the east.
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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Deciphering Visible And Hidden Meanings. 1 comment
Bride & Bridesmaids On Oceanside Pier — Image by kenne
Some may call me a photographer,
having an eye for the moment
always looking for the duende.
Catching the edge of life
creating a visual narrative
of what was, what is and will be.
Every moment I capture
starts a journey from
what I found to what found me.
Many layers blending together
shaping a visual attitude
as of my mind’s eye —
Poetry without words,
an expression of existence
in life’s fleeting moments.
Looking for photos within a photo
Catching what others see
Through their camera’s eye.
Having a camera is not
a photographer to be
without being drunk with life —
A passion to do something
without knowing what or why,
making the invisible, visible.
Forming a communication circuit
laminating a soulful spirit
linking an image with viewer —
As with Klee’s quirky angels
where we try deciphering
visible and hidden meanings.
kenne
“View From Above” — Image by kenne
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Sonoran Desert: Above The Earth, Below The Sky Leave a comment
Sonoran Desert: Above the Earth, Below the Sky — Image by kenne
My image is a metaphor,
an outward expression
of my inward being
becoming a mirror
held up to nature —
a message in a bottle
from a shore
I have visited before.
kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Little Snow-Covered Tree: “Noel Noel” 3 comments
Mt. Lemmon, December 22, 2011 — Image by Kenne
New snow-covered tree
Dressed white in forest shadows
Stood bent before me.
kenne
little tree
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”
Image by kenne
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A Journey Of Inch By Inch 4 comments
Image by kenne
“And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles,
no matter how long and far-reaching,
but only by a spiritual journey,
a journey of inch by inch,
on the inside,
very arduous and humbling and joyful,
by which we arrive at the ground underneath our own feet,
where we learn to be fully at home.”
— Wendell Berry
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Capturing The Moment — Sonoran Sunrise 3 comments
Sonoran Sunrise — Image by kenne
“He who thinks he knows, doesn’t know.
He who knows that he doesn’t know, knows.
For in this context, to know is not to know.
And not to know is to know.”
— Joseph Campbell
*****
To see life as a poem
participating in the poem
is what life does for you.
When I read a poem,
I am in awe
of the mystery of it all.
— kenne
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