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2021-04-02

“PAPA Planet JUPITER surrounded by 5 Moon BABIES (GALILEO only discovered 4!). I beat Galileo!” by JTK.CA


“PAPA Planet JUPITER surrounded by 5 Moon BABIES (GALILEO only discovered 4!). I beat Galileo!” by JTK.CA


See ALL my JUPITER photography here: bitly.com/JupiterPhotosByJTKdotCA

2021-03-29

“The 2020s” by JTK.CA

“The 2020s” by JTK.CA

Wear a diaper on your face
To walk down your own hall,
Do your laundry,
Check your mail,
Take out your garbage.
“Oh for crying in a pail!” . . .
Sanitized, of course.

Order everything online
On your personal tracking device
From the comfort of your home confinement.
No need to go to the mall.
That’s a thing of the past,
Like horses and buggies —
This ain’t the 1920s.

Video conference with Grandma
Unless we already killed her.
Don’t complain;
Remember your social credit score.
Food is expensive.
Your bank is in your pocket,
But we’re the New World Order.
We track your pocket
And we can empty it for the slightest offence.
Behave.
It’s for your own safety.

2021-03-28

“The Rebellious Rable-rouser” by JTK.CA

The Rebellious Rable-rouser

My inspiration for this comes from an interesting conglomeration — Alan Keyes, C.S. Lewis, and what turned out to be a very beneficial spiritual and theological symposium at a meeting with some fellow nudist friends in my living room.

Tad (JTK.CA) NudistPoet (NudeCreations.com)
© JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN


Words jumble to form thoughts.
Phrases dance between the debris
Of lost time and changed plans.

The focal point of history —
A babe in a manger,
Born to die
So he could rise . . .
Not to bring us a new religion,
But to bring us new life,
Reuniting us with God;
Hear the angels applaud.

Watch the ruckus
As the rebellious rabble-rouser
Overturns the money-changers’ tables,
Overturning our dependence on ourselves,
Our resources,
Our ingenuity —
When our Creator stands before us,
Longing for an embrace, but receiving a cross.

He claims to be the way, the truth, the life,
And the only way to the Father;
This rebellious rabble-rouser
Is the only one.
You must either say,
“He’s the Son of God,”
or
“He’s a fraud.”

Lauding him with honours
As a great philosopher
Who sought the truth
Just won’t do,
When he came to show us
He “is” the truth.
Our seeking ends in finding him.

So simple that children can understand,
While the most brilliant academics
Get lost in the calculations between faith and reason.

Jesus Christ is not a formula,
Not an apparition,
And not a tradition.
He’s the Son of God
Who became Son of Man —
From Creator to becoming his own creation —
To bridge the gaps between
Faith and reason,
Man and God,
Hell and Heaven.

God’s only fury is for
A salvation scorned.

Come to Christ;
It’s why he came.

2021-03-27

“Sir Sleeps-A-Lot”: Selfie by Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: I blame my flannel sheets. 🤪


“Sir Sleeps-A-Lot”: Selfie by Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: I blame my flannel sheets. 🤪

I blame my flannel sheets. 🤪


I blame my flannel sheets. 🤪

2021-03-22

“AS CLOSE AS I COULD GET” by Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: 2021-03-22 @ 00:32 EDT (UTC-4)


“AS CLOSE AS I COULD GET” by Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: 2021-03-22 @ 00:32 EDT (UTC-4)

2021-03-21

“BALANCE” by JTK.CA ::: As Master Yoda Vader, I bring balance to the Force . . . . You’re welcome.


“BALANCE” by JTK.CA ::: As Master Yoda Vader, I bring balance to the Force . . . . You’re welcome.

#ThePeoplesRepublicOfSovietCANADAstan ::: Fuck this tyranny! Even my apartment building instituted a new rule on the ides of March (March 15, unironically). We must now wear a mask in our own apartment building whenever in the common areas. So I now have to wear a mask to go downstairs and get my mail and have to wear a mask in the steamy hot laundry room. Fuck this tyranny! ::: #ThePeoplesRepublicOfSovietCANADAstan


#ThePeoplesRepublicOfSovietCANADAstan

Fuck this tyranny! Even my apartment building instituted a new rule on the ides of March (March 15, unironically). We must now wear a mask in our own apartment building whenever in the common areas. So I now have to wear a mask to go downstairs and get my mail and have to wear a mask in the steamy hot laundry room. Fuck this tyranny!

#ThePeoplesRepublicOfSovietCANADAstan

2021-03-20

A sculpture of praying hands that I photographed in my teens or twenties (in the 1980s). The glowing effect surrounding the hands was achieved by breathing on the camera’s lens. Light came from above the hands. ::: Pentax Super Program (SLR) ::: 50 mm lens ::: Skylight Filter ::: 1/60 second @ f/3.5 — © Jonathan Tad Ketchen (http://JTK.CA)


A sculpture of praying hands that I photographed in my teens or twenties (in the 1980s). The glowing effect surrounding the hands was achieved by breathing on the camera’s lens. Light came from above the hands. ::: Pentax Super Program (SLR) ::: 50 mm lens ::: Skylight Filter ::: 1/60 second @ f/3.5 — © Jonathan Tad Ketchen (JTK.CA)

2021-01-25

“PARSONS/KETCHEN/ATHERTON” by JTK.CA ::: My @NudistPoet freehand artwork based on the amazingly creative Jeff Atherton album (still life) photography for THE BEST OF THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT: VOLUME 2 ::: © Tad (http://JTK.CA) NudistPoet (NudistPoet.com) a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: TadCreations.com & NudistPoet.com ::: Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh!


“PARSONS/KETCHEN/ATHERTON” by JTK.CA ::: My @NudistPoet freehand artwork based on the amazingly creative Jeff Atherton album (still life) photography for THE BEST OF THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT: VOLUME 2 ::: © Tad (http://JTK.CA) NudistPoet (NudistPoet.com) a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: TadCreations.com & NudistPoet.com ::: Guelph (pronounced “Gwelf”), Ontario, Canada, eh!

2020-12-29

Emily (Cronin) Barajas, to me, you always had “eyes full of stars.” Rest in Peace, My Dear Emily. — Tad (JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen


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Emily (Cronin) Barajas
February 24, 1977
December 24, 2020

“THESE FEELINGS” (a poem I wrote to Emily in the mid-1990s)

TAD is JTK.CA NudistPoet
Copyright © Jonathan Tad Ketchen

These feelings . . .
Let no one know them.
Open up a graveyard
For all the masks
That are worn
And thrown away.

Tomorrow is the anthem of
A soon forgotten yesterday.
Today is lost in silence.
What does it mean?
And where do we go from here?
Where is here?
Are we even
Anywhere at all?

You speak to me
With eyes full of stars,
And I find a universe
Eluding me.

JTK.CA

I wrote that poem for one of my best friends Emily (Cronin) Barajas while we studied together at Valparaiso University (VU) in the mid-1990s. She loved the poem. And I loved her and her identical twin sister Beverly Cronin. Sadly, I was just informed by Emily’s husband Paul Barajas (also my friend at VU) that Emily passed away on Christmas Eve 2020.

Emily was a rocket scientist with Boeing and with Lockheed Martin. She truly had “eyes full of stars.” I will always cherish her memory, as I cherished having her as a friend.

Years ago, I created this EMILY name artwork inspired by my love for Emily (Cronin) Barajas.







My last interaction with Emily on my linkedin profile.