Archive for October 2024

Day of The Dead   Leave a comment

Day of the Dead — Computer Art by kenne

The Day of the Dead—it’s really the days of the dead. All Saints’ Day,
The first of November, also called the día de los angelitos—

Everybody thinks it’s Day of the Dead—but it’s not, not exactly.
This first day is for those who have died a saint

And for the small innocents—the criaturas­—the tender creatures
Who have been taken from us all, sometimes without a name.

To die a saint deserves its day, to die a child. The following day,
The second of November, this is for everybody else who has died

And there are so many,
A grandmother, a father, a distant uncle or lost cousin.

It is hard enough to keep track even within one’s own family.
But the day belongs to everyone, so many home altars,

So many parents gone, so many husbands, so many
Aunt Normas, so many Connies and Matildes. Countless friends.

Still, by the end of the day, we all ask ourselves the same thing:
Isn’t this all over yet?

— from November 2: Día de los muertos by Alberto Ríos

Rainbow of Colors   Leave a comment

Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park  — Image by kenne

The past cannot remember the past.
The future can’t generate the future.
The cutting edge of this instant right here and now
is always nothing less than the totality of everything there is.

— from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig

 

This Old House   1 comment

This Old House — Computer Painting by kenne

This old house still stands

Falling apart at the seams

Still has character.

— kenne

Texas Johnny Brown at Mr. Gino’s Lounge   Leave a comment

Texas Johnny Brown at Mr. Gino’s Lounge (02/23/03) — Image by kenne

No matter where you travel,

You still be Black,

You carry all your history

On your own damn back.

Your momma raised you proper

Your daddy caused you pain

You understand Beethoven,

But you still love Trane.

— Houston A. Baker, Jr.

 

 

Posted October 29, 2024 by kenneturner in Information

Gambel’s Quail Smage Art   Leave a comment

Gambel’s Quail Smage Chalk Art by kenne

The piercing cries
of the Gambel’s quail
call the small flock together
after they scurry one by one
across the sandy wash.

— from The Mexican Poppies Have Unfurled by Wes Jernigan

Hallucinations   Leave a comment

Hallucinations (07/14/01) — Photo-artistry by kenne

The sounds will free you

From your hallucinations

Not in the present.

— kenne

HF Coors Dinnerware Tour (October 23, 2024)   1 comment

Old Pueblo Women’s Club members toured the HF Coors Dinnerware in Tucson. — Images and Video by kenne

HF Coors – Dinnerware Made in the USA 100% is a certified Service Disabled Veteran Owned Small Business as well as a HUBzone certified dinnerware manufacturer located in Tucson, Arizona. HF Coors was founded in California in 1925 by Herman Frederick Coors, son of the renowned Coors brewery founder Adolph Coors.

 In 1887, Adolph Coors opened the Colorado Glass Works to manufacture beer bottles for his brewery, the Adolph Coors Brewing Company. In 1910, the glass works were leased to German-born John Herold, who incorporated the Herold China and Pottery Company on the brewery site in Golden, CO. The company used clay from nearby mines to make dinnerware and heat-resistant porcelain ovenware under the trademark Herold Fireproof China. Adolph Coors Company acquired Herold China in 1914.

The company began producing chemical porcelain in 1915, following a World War I embargo on German imports. Adolph Coors’ second son, Herman F. Coors, was named manager in 1916.

Herold China was renamed Coors Porcelain Company in 1920, and the trademark “Coors U.S.A.” was first used. After World War I, Coors Porcelain made fine china and cookware. 

During Prohibition, the ceramic business kept the brewery afloat. Herman left in 1925 to start the H.F. Coors China Company, a manufacturer of dishes for restaurants and institutional use, in Inglewood, CA. 

HF Coors’ assets were acquired by Catalina China, Inc. of Tucson, and moved from California to Tucson in 2003. Today, they continue to manufacture dinnerware for wholesale and retail customers in this Tucson factory, where 100% of HF Coors products are manufactured. Source: HF Coors Website

Male Cardinal With A Berry   Leave a comment

Male Cardinal With A Berry (Sabino Canyon) — Image by kenne

The summer goes away With the white leaf of a dusty day; 

With the yellow leaf of beech And the red leaf of the maple; 

The summer has no mind to stay 

With the shrunk brown leaf of the apple, 

The shrivelled hang-stone on the peach. 

But it matter little how branches bleach, 

The cardinal bird remains.


— from The Cardinal Bird by Orrick Johns
 
 

A Mushroom In The Autumn   1 comment

A Mushroom In The Autumn on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

We all have forests in our minds.
Forests unexplored, unending.
Each one of us gets lost in the
forest, every night, alone.

— Ursula Le Guin

Sunrise Through The Trees   Leave a comment

Sunrise Through the Trees On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-artistry by kenne

Signs of autumn echoes
Throughout the forest
As time present becomes
Time past in a moment.
As the aspen leaves
Dance in the breeze
There is only the dance —
Neither moment from
Nor towards.

— kenne

Balanced Rocks   1 comment

Balanced Rocks, English Bay, Vancouver (08/30/09) — Image by kenne

You can feel a surge

When your rocks are in balance

It is orgasmic.

— kenne

VOTE!   Leave a comment

Posted October 22, 2024 by kenneturner in Information

Forest Floor   Leave a comment

Forest Floor On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

“Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.”

— Chief Seathl   

Autumn Nature   Leave a comment

Autumn Nature (A Walk In The Woods) — Image by kenne

 

Nature 

O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, –
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.

In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do, –
Only – be it near to you!

For I’d rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city’s year forlorn. 

— Henry David Thoreau

Aspen Trail On Mt. Lemmon   2 comments

Aspen Trail In The Autumn on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

“Just an hour north of Tucson, Mount Lemmon offers a refreshing fall escape in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
As travelers ascend the scenic Catalina Highway, the magical saguaros give way to towering pines and maples,
their leaves ablaze with red and orange hues. At 9,000 feet, Mount Lemmon provides a cool retreat from the desert,
perfect for hiking among the vibrant autumn colors. Outdoor lovers can explore the Aspen and Marshall Gulch trails,
surrounded by vivid fall foliage.”