Canyon Rim Sunlight — Imager by kenne
A midday sunrise
Viewed from deep in the canyon
Rim sunlight glistens.
Canyon Rim Sunlight — Imager by kenne
In front of Sabino Dam.
Above Sabino Dam
Pointing to a Cooper’s hawk nest.
Kenne with fellow naturalist, Dave showing five 3rd grade girls how to pan — Images by Darcy McCue (Parent)
Low hanging clouds still draped the canyon.
Overnight rains had ended.
Cool temperatures chilled the morning air.
Excited third-graders walk to Sabino Canyon Center.
No busing from the nearby school.
Gestured to a group of five girls to tag along.
Teachable moments abound the mile and a half to Sabino creek.
Questions increase over the creek activity, “Strike It Rich.”
Teacher had prepared the students well.
First, a nature walk near the creek.
Examined the five minerals found in Catalina Gneiss –
Quartz, feldspar, garnet, magnetite and mica.
Using the mineral’s colors, began jiving –
“Two white, one red, one black, one shiny.”
After the nature walk, a brief geology lesson –
What made the canyon what it is today.
Lesson done, it was time for panning.
Students were sure they would find gold.
Not so in “them there mountains.”
Panning for sand rubies (garnets) was the game.
Activity completed with no cold, wet feet –
Only cold parents standing watch.
Another fun day in Sabino Canyon.
(Moral: Don’t expect cold, wet weather to dampen the spirits of 3rd graders in the canyon.)
Potted Lemon Tree — Images by kenne
This past spring our potted lemon tree had three lemons from the few blossoms on the small tree. They are now near being harvested. Mean while the three is blossoming, with some new lemons already on the tree.
Now much of the west had a weather low that is bring freezing weather. Last night we had rain, with snow on Mount Lemon. Tomorrow morning’s low will be below freezing here in Tucson — time to cover some of the more tender plants.
Life and art are defined by what lies between light and shadows. In Holland Cotter’s April 30, 2007 article in the New York Times, he wrote “A certain slant of light was Edward Hopper’s thing. And he made it our thing, hard-wired it into our American brains:”
Every since seeing Edward Hopper’s, “Nighthawks” at the Art Institute of Chicago, as a young man, I have been seduced by his work — not because he hard-wired my brain, but because of the human ability to distinguish between an object and its background. It is the contrast between light and shadows that catches the eye, which is why Hopper’s work is so seductive — it the essence of the “Hopper Effect: the impression of everyday life touched with secular sanctity. ”
Poet L.E. Sissman was so captivated by Hopper’s work that he wrote “American Light: A Hopper Retrospective”. Written in five parts, the first part subtitled, “Hopper”.
A man, a plan, a spandrel touched with fire,
A morning-tinted cornice, a lit spire,
A clapboard gable beetled with the brow-
Shadows of lintels, a glazed vacancy
In shut-up shopfronts, an ineffably
Beautiful emptiness of sunlight in
Bare rooms of which he was the sole inhabitant:
The morning and the evening of his life
Rotated, a lone sun, about the plinth
On which he stood in granite, limned by light
That lasted on day long and then went out.
Yes, it’s all about what falls between the light and the shadows, as Joyce Carol Oats writes on Hopper’s “Nighthawks” in Transforming Vision – Writers on Art:
The three men are fully clothed, long sleeves,
even hats, though it’s indoors, and brightly lit,
and there’s a women. The woman is wearing
a short-sleeved red dress cut to expose her arms,
a curve of her creamy chest; she’s contemplating
a cigarette in her right hand, thinking that
her companion has finally left his wife but
can she trust him? Her heavy-lidded eyes,
pouty lipsticked mouth, she has the redhead’s
true pallor like skill milk, damned good-looking
and she guesses she knows it but what exactly
has it gotten her so far, and where? — he’ll start
to feel guilty in a few days, she knows
the signs, an actual smell, sweaty, rancid, like
dirty socks; he’ll slip away to make telephone calls. . .
“. . . People the vacuum with American light.” — the last line in T.S. Sissman’s poem on Edward Hopper.
“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge…” — Rod Serling, Twilight Zone.
I feel that in the images I capture, I’m always trying to capture that middle ground between light and shadow — maybe Edward Hopper was too.
Some may think of the space between light and the shadow as the twilight zone, I think of it as what the Spanish poet Federico García Lorca called duende, which as Edward Hirsch has put it, “. . . it makes something visible that might otherwise be invisible, that has been swimming under the surface all along.”
Between Light and Shadows — Image by kenne
A Tint of Red– Image by kenne
The Saturday after Thanksgiving we left Pala and returned to Tucson. Our normal route has been to head west to I-15, then east on I-8. This time we decided to take an alternate route parallel to I-8 through the mountains to the desert into Imperial Valley. Before reaching El Centro, in the valley and near the Salton Sea, we begin to see dust in the distance.Signage told us that our route was taking us through Ocotillo Wells State Vehicular Recreation Area (SVRA). You could see RVs, with their flag poles up, in all directions. Ocotillo Wells is open for off-highway exploration and recreation, which in another life I would have loved to have experienced in my dirt-bike twenties.
As we headed east early in the morning, (about 8:00 am) the were just a few off-road vehicles out in the desert leaving behind a lot of dust, which would be a multiple of what the day would bring once hundreds of vehicles hit the dirt.
Once we were on I-8 and near Yuma, Arizona, we once again saw off-road vehicles, this time on the Algodones Dunes. The dunes are 45 miles long by 6 miles wide, extending along a northwest-southeast line that correlates to the prevailing northerly and westerly wind directions. Where I-8 crosses the Algodones Dunes, the frontage roads provide an easy access for off-road vehicles.
At least there’s not a lot of dust stirred-up by the many vehicles on the sand.
We stopped at a rest area to take a few photos of kids of all ages.
Images by kenne
DIRT IN MY LIFE
White Rose — Image by kenne