On the second day of Chickmas…my true love gave to me…   Leave a comment

Rethinking Life

On the SECOND DAY OF CHICKMAS

…two turtle loves
and
a chicklet in a pear tree

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Posted December 2, 2021 by kenneturner in Information

The Fighting Rooster of Rock   Leave a comment

Throwback Thursday — kenne

Becoming is Superior to Being

Gallo del CieloTom Russell wrote a song about a destitute young man named Carlos Saragosa who steals a prize-fighting rooster named Gallo del Cielo. As the story goes, Saragosa wagers his sister’s locket, trying to win enough money to buy back the land stolen from his father.

This morning I stumbled on a short article inCounterpunchby Lorenzo Wolff titled,“Thirty Years Down the Road – Joe Ely, the Fighting Roster of Rock.”

“The song is meant to be about Saragosa, his struggle, and his defeat, but when Ely sings it, you can tell that he’s not relating the protagonist. How could he relate to someone who is crushed after only one defeat? No, Ely isn’t Saragosa. He’s the rooster, Gallo Del Cielo. You won’t see him giving up, he’ll fight until he no longer can, and whether it’s his heart that gives out or his fingers, it sure…

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Posted December 2, 2021 by kenneturner in Information

Greater Roadrunner On The Run   Leave a comment

Greater Roadrunner On The Run — Abstract Art by kenne

Greater Roadrunner

Born to run the desert roads

Metaphor for speed.

— kenne

“Well it’s bad news from Houston, Half my friends are dying. ”    Leave a comment

Mr. V (James Vaughn) of Mr. & Mrs. V on Houston’s 90.1, KPFT — HDR Image by kenne

Mike Durbin of the Moe Hansum Band — Image by kenne

The Houston Blues community is feeling the pain. Two of the communities well known personallities past away this past week. To hornor the memory of these Houston friends, I’m sharing a Diunna Greenleaf video I posted several years ago — Growing Up and Growing Old in the Fellowship of Family and Friends.

— kenne

My Hoodoo Heaven   Leave a comment

My Hoodoo Heaven (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Images by kenne

Early Morning Hike In Saguaro National Park   2 comments

A post from November 27, 2012.

Becoming is Superior to Being

With the sun rising over the Rincon Mountains, east of Tucson in the Saguaro National Park,
The Monday Morning Milers begin hiking the Wildhorse Trail in a chilly 32 degree fall morning.

The Wildhorse Trail is very dusty from no rain in several months.

The desert grasses glow from the morning sun.

The trail leads toward one of the canyons along the Wildhorse Trail.

The park, named after the beautiful giant saguaro cactus, is occasionally graced by the rear crested saguaro cactus.

The saguaro cactus are rarely found in groups, such as this group of twelve 20 to 70-year-old saguaros.

Images by kenne

Long after death, the ribs of saguaro remain standing, a shadow of its live self.

kenne

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Posted November 30, 2021 by kenneturner in Information

Cooper’s Hawk   Leave a comment

Cooper’s Hawk In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

A beautiful bird

And a super partiture

Love dive booming doves

— kenne

Hiking In The Santa Catalina Mountains   Leave a comment

Hiking In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

These regal,
sky islands exist,
unique, and vast, ​
unmatched diversity
raising summits
a sun sparkling
through the canyon
guiding hikers
to conquests
we aspire.

— kenne

Fragmentary Blues   Leave a comment

I feel it! — kenne

Frank Hudson

Life events are conspiring again to keep me out of my studio space to record new pieces — but it just so happens that I have this rocking Blues recorded back in 2007 with the LYL Band that’ll contrast with our pensive Frost meditation on work from last time. Today’s audio piece was made from Frost’s short poem titled “Fragmentary Blue,”  now recast as “Fragmentary Blues.”

Unlike Carl Sandburg or Langston Hughes, I have no idea if the 1914 vintage Robert Frost had any experience or appreciation of this Afro-American musical form. A quick search found nothing, even though Frost’s lifetime overrode The Jazz Age, The Swing Era, and even early rock’n’roll.

But as poet Langston Hughes soon discovered, the lyrical expression of the Blues was a vital format worth picking up. A first draft of this post included a long aside about the importance of this Afro-American…

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Posted November 29, 2021 by kenneturner in Information

Good Morning World!   1 comment

Good Morning World! (Sonoran Desert Sunrise) — Images by kenne

Amazon Rainforest Sunset   Leave a comment

Amazon Rainforest Sunset (August 2019) — Image by kenne

Spending time on the river
walking its banks,
seeing the variety of wildlife,
that lingers there,
makes for beautiful
paintings and photographs,
for people to admire.

— kenne

 

Caught In A Pinch   1 comment

Caught In A Pinch — Image by kenne

Caught in a pinch, or is it in a jam?

— kenne

Thurber’s Wild Cotton Blossoms Art   Leave a comment

Thurber’s Wild Cotton Blossoms (Sabino Canyon Recreation Area) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.

— James Thurber

Catclaw Acacia Bean Pod “It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas!”   Leave a comment

Nature Has Its Own Signs For The Season. (First Posted November 9, 2011.) — kenne

Becoming is Superior to Being

Catclaw Acacia Bean Pod “It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas!” — Image by kenne

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Posted November 26, 2021 by kenneturner in Information

Morning Shadows   Leave a comment

Morning Shadows In The Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Yes, the sun has risen again.
I can see the windows change and hear a dog barking.
The wind buckles the slender top of the alder,
the conversation of night birds hushes,
and I can hear my heart regular and strong.
I will live to see the day end as I lived to see
the earth turn molten and white, then to metal,
then to whatever shape we stamped into it
as we laughed the long night hours away
or sang how the eagle flies on Friday.
When Friday came, the early hours perfect
and cold,
we cursed our only lives
and passed the bottle back and forth.

— from One Day by Philip Levine

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