Missing summertime on Mt. Lemmon. This is a post from July 19, 2012. — kenne
Broad-billed Hummingbird Taking Nectar from Macromeria Wildflowers On Mt. Lemmon — Images by kenne
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Texas Johnny Brown at The Shakespeare Pub 2 comments
Texas Johnny Brown at The Shakespeare Pub In Houston (11/15/09) Photo-Artistry by kenne
“We used to have guitars sessions,
guitar battles on Sunday out there at Club Matinee.
And there’d be about four or five of us there,
and man, guitars would be ringing like everything!
It was wild!”
— Texas Johnny Brown (Down in Houston: Bayou City Blues)
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Pearl-Bordered Fritillary Butterflies On Mt. Lemmon (07/08/13) — Image by kenne
I’m posting this Image from July 2013, because of the Bighorn Fire,
it’s not likely to see them this summer on Mt. Lemmon.
— kenne
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LET IS BE NOTED, ‘THE REVOLUTION IS PURAL.” — kenne
Claude McKay led an outsiders’ life, Allen Ginsberg became a near celebrity bohemian whose outsider status changed over his life. The author of today’s poem in our Independence Day series was more well-known than Ginsberg in his day, and he was as far from being an outsider as any American poet could be. At one time, as many knew and read his poems as Edgar Guest’s, and he was a much better versifier.
So, do you know today’s poem from the above title, or from the name of the longer work from which it’s excerpted, “The Building of the Ship?” It’s highly unlikely that you would. The American writer Henry Wadsworth Longfellow went from being the stuffy square’s square, the kind of writer that Modernists didn’t want to be, to a forgotten man, the writer that no one remembers even to reject. He was a civic poet, a…
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Giant Swallowtail (Tanuri Ridge)– Image by kenne
It is not explanations that carry us forward,
it is our will to proceed.
— Paulo Coelho
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“The More It Stays The Same.” 3 comments
Jack “Old Jules” Purcell — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In June of 2006 Old Jules wrote on his blog So Far From Heaven “The More It Stays The Same.”
I hadn’t watched Easy Rider (Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper and Jack Nicholson, circa 1968) in three decades.
When I saw it again this past weekend I appreciated it again for the first time:
Nicholson: You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can’t understand what’s gone wrong with it.
Hopper: Huh. Man, everybody got chicken, that’s what happened, man. Hey, we can’t even get into like, uh, second-rate hotel, I mean, a second-rate motel. You dig? They think we’re gonna cut their throat or something, man. They’re scared, man.
Nicholson: Oh, they’re not scared of you. They’re scared of what you represent to ’em.
Hopper: Hey man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody needs a haircut.
Nicholson: Oh no. What you represent to them is freedom.
Hopper: What the hell’s wrong with freedom, man? That’s what it’s all about.
Nicholson: Oh yeah, that’s right, that’s what it’s all about, all right. But talkin’ about it and bein’ it – that’s two different things.
I mean, it’s real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace.
‘Course, don’t ever tell anybody that they’re not free ’cause then they’re gonna get real busy killin’ and maimin’ to prove to you that they are.
Oh yeah, they’re gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it’s gonna scare ’em.
Hopper: Mmmm, well, that don’t make ’em runnin’ scared.
Nicholson: No, it makes ’em dangerous.
Three young men searching for America who found it wasn’t what they bargained for.
Jack
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Capturing The Moment — Marshall Gulch Trail Leave a comment
Now that the Bighorn Fire is nearing containment, we are beginning to see photos of the damage. One area that may have been speared is Marshall Gulch and parts of the trails leading from the Gulch. This post is from nine years ago (Click on Photo Set) that still showed damage from the Aspen fire in 2003. — kenne
Break time along the Marshall Gulch Trail — Image by kenne (Photo Set)
One of my favorite places to hike on Mt. Lemmon is Marshall Gulch. There are several trails leading to even more trails. Because part of the area was burn by the 2003 wildfire (Aspen Fire), part of the area has a lot of aggressive ground cover with plenty of aspen and New Mexico Locus trees.
kenne
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A reblog of July 2010 posting on some of my favorite artists; Charles Bukowski, Warren Zevon, and Tom Russell. — kenne
While reading the poetry of Writers in Performance Series presenters this morning, I became distracted by an email message from the Tom Russell@yahoogroups.com Re: A Cover Song Request in Memory of Warren Zevon. Russell seems to have great respect for Zevon’s work, but probably none more that “Carmelita,” which he combines with Charles Bukowski’s, “Crucifix In A Deathhand,” on his Modern Art CD. By putting the two together, Russell demonstrates his appreciation and understanding of Bukowski’s words and the lyrics of Warren Zevon. “Crucifix In A Deathhand” is my favorite Bukowski poem.
Crucifix In a Death Hand
yes, they begin out in a willow, I think
the starch mountains begin out in the willow
and keep right on going without regard for
pumas and nectarines
somehow these mountains are like
an old woman with a bad memory and
a shopping basket.
we are in a basin. that is the
idea…
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I, Too 3 comments
Lincoln, Alabama (Old Downtown Lincoln Station By The Railroad Tracks) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
When my brother and I were in elementary school
we lived with my grandparents in Lincoln, Alabama.
My grandparents had sold the farm and moved into town.
Grandfather bought a two-pump gas station out on the Highway.
All the years since the person I remember most was Dacey Bell.
She was a young black woman who would help take care of us.
We loved Dacey Bell, and she loved us, therefore making it difficult
For us to understand why she was not allowed to eat with us.
We would ask why, but never got a clear answer — it just was.
Then one day, Dacey Bell stopped coming to be with us.
Again we would ask why — “Where had Dacey Bell gone?”
We were told Detroit, she had gone to work in Detriot.
Years later when I first read Langston Hughes’s poem, “I Too,”
The line that stood out was, “They send me to eat in the kitchen.”
. . . again I thought of Dacey Bell
— kenne
I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well, And grow strong.
Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed–
I, too, am America.
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The 4th at Tanuri Ridge 1 comment
Our first 4th of July Celebration in Tucson is now ten years ago. In some ways, it’s hard to believe. We watched the fireworks on the street where we live. Our new neighbors all brought out lawn chairs to watch the desert sky light up. However, this 4th, there will be no fireworks set off from the Tucson Country Club.
We are now halfway through 2020, a year that is already deserving a place in the history books. — kenne
Tanuri Ridge Looking Toward The Tucson Country Club – Image by kenne
Neighbors in Tanuri Ridge gathered in the street of Country Club Vista Circle for a close-up view of fireworks at the nearby Tucson Country Club. Kind of a “taking it to the streets” 4th.
Image by — kenne
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I Saw A Hummingbird As Big As The Sky 1 comment
Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
I saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail,
I saw a Blazing Comet, drop down hail,
I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round,
I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground,
I saw a Ant swallow up a Whale,
I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale,
I saw a Venice Glass, Sixteen foot deep,
I saw a well, full of mens tears that weep,
I saw their eyes, all in a flame of fire,
I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher,
I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night,
I saw the man, that saw this wondrous sight.
— Anonymous (400 Year-Old Nonsense Poem)
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Hiking From Marshall Gulch Up To Marshall Saddle On To Wilderness Rocks Trail 3 comments
It was Friday, four weeks ago that lightning started the Bighorn Fire. Crews on Thursday switched into the mop-up mode. The fire has burned 118,710 acres or 187 sq miles and is 58% contained. We’ve told that the fire burned parts of Marshell Gulch and the Wilderness Rocks area. This reblog is of a posting from August 16, 2011, containing a video of the hike. I had to think that this beautiful area on Mt. Lemmon has been scarred. We are still waiting for the monsoon rains to start and put out the remaining fires. — kenne (If you don’t see the video in this reblog, click on Becoming is Superior to Being)
Recent storms on the mountain downed this old ponderosa or Arizona pine (not sure which, if either). Image by kenne
Last Friday, we were hiking with the Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN) from Marshall Gulch up to Marshall Saddle on to Wilderness Rocks. This particular hike took place after an early morning shower, with temps in the upper 50’s. The high humidity made it feel like we were hiking in the great northwest, not in southeast Arizona just 45 minutes north of Tucson. Recent rains have given life to the mountain streams and brought on many beautiful wildflowers — a great place for naturalists. This time of year, the mountain provides a great hiking escape from the summer desert.
kenne
Photos and video by kenne
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