Archive for the ‘Arizona’ Category
Cocklebur Art by kenne
In the wide austerity of the Sonoran Desert
even weeds should have some dignity.
But cockleburs—
they cling, they crowd, they conquer
without grace.
I admire their tenacity,
then curse it,
then carefully walk by.
— kenne
(In November of 2012, Tom Markey and I posted an article, Ecocide Arizona Style — The Cow That Ate The West.
The article was about the disappearing water in the San Simon Valley in southeast Arizona. This poem suggest the verdict is in.)
Ecocide Arizona Style
The west is dying of thirst.
You can hear it in the cracked riverbeds,
in cottonwoods gone skeletal,
in the silence where frogs used to sing.
The Colorado staggers,
a vein opened too long,
bled for lawns,
for swimming pools,
for another desert empire of cul-de-sacs.
This is not drought—
this is the verdict.
We were warned,
and we kept on building
as if the sky were infinite.
Mark it well:
when the last drop dries,
sand covers the southwest,
the desert will not mourn us.
It will simply
take itself back.
— kenne
Reaven In The Desert — Image by kenne
I have distrusted symbols
most of my life,
yet there it is—
black wings over sand
that has forgotten rain.
The bird does not promise rescue.
It promises presence.
In the desert,
that distinction matters.
— kenne
Arizona Fleabane — Image by kenne
Arizona bloom—
fleabane dances in dry wind,
petals pale and brave.
Desert Sunset — Image by kenne
“Now I’ve been out in the desert, just doin’ my time
Searchin’ through the dust, lookin’ for a sign
If there’s a light up ahead, well brother I don’t know
But I got this fever burnin’ in my soul”
— from Further On (Up The Road) by Bruce Springteen
Sonoran Sunset — Image by kenne
“The saguaro cactus: A prickly symbol of Arizona’s enduring spirit.”
— Mark Twain
Greater Roadrunner Art by kenne
Tucson Autumn Sunset — Image by kenne
“Autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year.”
— Mary Russell Mitford
Sedona Panorama by kenne
Lost in the beauty of Sedona’s majestic landscapes.
What? What? What? — Fred Imus Cap
“A full moon really affects me,” Fred told his brother Don.
“I get nervous and irritable. Does that ever happen to you?”
Only on days that end in Y.
For Christmas in 1999, Joy gave me a “coffee table” book, Two Guys Four Corners — Great Photographs, Great Times, and a Million Laughs by Don Imus and Fred Imus. The Imus brothers grew up on a cattle ranch in northern Arizona, a thirty-five-thousand-acre ranch between Kingmen and Seligman called the Willows. The main ranch house was on a dirt road fifty miles old, Route 66.
We first learned about Don Imus, a ‘shock joc’ nationally syndicated Imus In The Morning radio and TV program out of New York. His younger brother, Fred, also had a radio show and would frequently appear on the Imus program. Fred was the irascible brother of the far even more irascible Don Imus. He was also an entrepreneur, owning and operating the Auto Body Express in Santa Fe.Â
I didn’t grow up in the Southwest, but I fell in love with Arizona and the Four Corners when I finished my service in the Army in the late ’60s. If you love photography as much as I do, the Southwest provides a photo opportunity at every turn. The gift of the Imus brothers’ book set me on a path that would take me full circle back to Arizona in 2010. Since then, we have photographed almost all the venues in the Imus book.Â
Speaking of full circle, the Imas program was primarily a talk show. However, he occasionally played Americana music, and one of his favorite groups was The Mervicks. The lead singer is Raul Malo, whose voice is exceptional. They have a new album, Moon and Starts. This past Sunday, Raul, who is 58, was interviewed on NPR Weekend Edition Sunday, during which we learned that he has cancer.Â
Stream In The Woods — Image by kenne
The woods were made for the hunters of dreams,
The brooks for the fishers of song;
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game
The streams and the woods belong.
— Sam Walter Foss
I’ll Take Saguaros On The Rocks — Image by kenne
In the first decade of life
saguaro growth is slow
making the small plantÂ
very fragile to the elements.
The rocks provide protection
much like bushes and trees
Taking on the name ‘nurse trees,’
Large rocks function as ‘nurse rocks.’
— kenne
Desert Wildflowers — Image by kenne
In Our Woods, Sometimes A Rare Music
Every spring
I hear the thrush singing
in the glowing woods
he is only passing through.
His voice is deep,
then he lifts it until it seems
to fall from the sky.
I am thrilled.
I am grateful.
Then, by the end of morning,
he’s gone, nothing but silence
out of the tree
where he rested for a night.
And this I find acceptable.
Not enough is a poor life.
But too much is, well, too much.
Imagine Verdi or Mahler
every day, all day.
It would exhaust anyone.
— Mary Oliver
Sedona Tourists — Image by kenne
Intolerance is the father of illusion and evil deeds.
Tolerance is not its opposite; tolerance is neutral.
The opposite of intolerance is creative imagination,
sympathetically exercised in the service of ever-illusive truth.
— Alexander Eliot
Sedona, Red Rock Country — Image by kenne
“Armchair complaints do not leave your living room,
so fight for justice, question, protest, criticize, write
and read letters, poetry, songs, speeches, sermons or legislation.
The arc of history tends toward justice, but you must bend it.”
— Christopher Fox Graham (Managing Editor of the Sedona Red Rock News)
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