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Antelope Canyon On Lake Powell   Leave a comment

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Antelope Canyon (1 of 1)-10-72Antelope Canyon On Lake Powell — Images by kenne

We were on Lake Powell in June of 2014. Like Lake Mead, the two lakes are very low.
Arizona, California, and Nevada continue to work on maintaining sustainable
water levels for cities, agriculture and reservations use in the southwest.

— kenne

What’s In The Brown Bag?   3 comments

Elderly Navajo WomanElderly Navajo Woman — Image by Laura Gilpin

A hiking buddy shared the following:

“For all of us who are married, were married, wish you were married, or wish you  weren’t married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine:

Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.

As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride.

With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.

Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman.  The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.

‘What’s in the bag?’ asked the old woman.

Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, ‘It’s a  bottle of wine.  I got it for my husband.’

The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two.  Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an  elder,
she said:

‘Good trade . . . . . ‘”

— kenne

Pondering the Hiking Moments On The Trail   Leave a comment

Hikers Taking A Water Break-Edit-1-Edit-1-72Pondering the Hiking Moments On the Trail — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Pondering the Hiking Moments

Let’s remember for a moment . . .

The trailhead gatherings,
the greetings, the smiles,
the joy of another hike.

The steep climbs, the switchbacks,
the majestic views at the top,
the masterful returns.

The trail fellowship,
sharing who we are
and common interests.

The pools near mountain trails,
resting tired feet in the cold water,
while others jump in.

The hikes along ridges of granite
and the juxtapositions of water-loving
and drought-tolerating plants.

The images captured on camera,
or our mind’s eye,
lasting images to share.

That which we have added
to life’s experiences forming
a better understanding of self.

The desire, the drive to see 
what lies just over the next ridge,
on the other side of the mountain.

To our Sabino Canyon friends,
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.” *

— kenne

* Edward Abbey

Somewhere In Northwest Arizona   Leave a comment

Christmas 2012 10-Northwest Arizona-Edit-1-art-72.jpgA Monument Somewhere In Northwest Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In all the photos I have taken over the years,

I may never have found myself in them,

but I have always discovered myself there.

— kenne

Christmas Eve In The Desert   4 comments

Christmas 2012Christmas Eve In The Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Continue to digest the emptiness

The wise say all things are
connected in the Universe,
And remain so throughout time
Continue to digest the emptiness.

The foolish create aliens
from the unknown
“See the dragon in my garage.”
Continue to digest the emptiness.

Still trying to understand the message
in our fleeing experience
we seek to be identical with the stable.
Continue to digest the emptiness.

Our impermanent passing experience
is where knowledge exist
by not minimizing the significance of the whole
Continue to digest the emptiness.

Nothing can be retained
Even knowledge, like the fruit of the tree
decays as soon as it is ripe
Continue to digest the emptiness.

As gatekeepers to all things connected
By opening the gates to experience
We learn to love and care for others
Continue to digest the emptiness.

Seek not to ripen on the tree of knowledge
for knowledge that is “crystal-clear.”
only decays when ripe
Continue to digest the emptiness.

To stop connecting is to
Is to see the fruit as a constant red
Let the shade is continually changing
Continue to digest the emptiness.

Because we may lack the realization
Should stop us from crawling
with the “struggling ant.”
Continue to digest the emptiness.

As our reality is narrowed
Our ability to connect
Creating meaning and value is diminished
Continue to digest the emptiness.

— kenne

 

Winter Near The Santa Cruz River   1 comment

De Anza trail January 20, 2014-9522-72Winter Near The Santa Cruz River North Of Nogales, Arizona — Image by kenne

It is not your responsibility to finish the work of perfecting the world,

but free to desist from it either.”

— Rabbi Tarfon

A Solute To The Common Man   Leave a comment

The Common Man-Art-IMG-4747-72“The Common Man” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Poetry and Music Soluting The Common Man.
Julian Tuwim’s poem nails it.
In my younger days,
I worked with many a Harlan Clancy —
Tom Russell writes and sings
about in the album “Folk Hotel,”
referencing Aaron Copland’s anthem,
“Fanfare for the Common Man.”

In those early days,
the winters could be harsh,
and having spent many
a Christmas in the cold north,
I end this trilogy to The Common Man
with Merle Haggard,
“If We Make It Through December.”

— kenne

The Common Man

When plastered billboards scream with slogans
‘fight for your country, go to battle’
When media’s print assaults your senses,
‘Support our leaders’ shrieks and rattles…
And fools who don’t know any better
Believe the old, eternal lie
That we must march and shoot and kill
Murder, and burn, and bomb, and grill…

When press begins the battle-cry
That nation needs to unify
And for your country you must die…
Dear brainwashed friend, my neighbor dear
Brother from this, or other nation
Know that the cries of anger, fear,
Are nothing but manipulation
by fat-cats, kings who covet riches,
And feed off your sweat and blood – the leeches!
When call to arms engulfs the land
It means that somewhere oil was found,
Shooting ‘blackgold’ from underground!
It means they found a sneaky way
To make more money, grab more gold
But this is not what you are told!

Don’t spill your blood for bucks or oil
Break, burn your rifle, shout: ‘NO DEAL!’
Let the rich scoundrels, kings, and bankers
Send their own children to get killed!
May your loud voice be amplified
By roar of other common men
The battle-weary of all nations:
WE WON’T BE CONNED TO WAR AGAIN!

Julian Tuwim

 

 

 

 

Tim Russell writes, Harlan Clancy
“. . . out there in the middle of Ohio,
a place you’ll never likely go . . .
Euro tourists never make it there . . .
the America of the shit jobs, farms,
remote ranches, wrecking yards,
inner-city brothels, shooting galleries,
used car lots, and back street bars that
still have Narco corridos, or Otis Redding,
or George Jones on the jukebox.” 

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