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Coyote Fence Corral   Leave a comment

Coyote Fence Corral In Doubtful Canyon — Images by kenne

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
                                           If there were water
   And no rock
   If there were rock
   And also water
   And water
   A spring
   A pool among the rock
   If there were the sound of water only
   Not the cicada
   And dry grass singing
   But sound of water over a rock
   Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
   Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
   But there is no water

— from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot 

Vermillion Cliffs National Monument   1 comment

Vermillion Cliffs National Monument (03-21-12) — Image by kenne

This remote and unspoiled 280,000-acre monument is a geologic treasure with some of the most spectacular
trails and views in the world. The monument contains many diverse landscapes, including the Paria Plateau,
Vermilion Cliffs, Coyote Buttes, and Paria Canyon. The monument borders Kaibab National Forest to the west
and Glen Canyon National Recreation Area to the east. The monument includes the Paria Canyon-Vermilion
Cliffs Wilderness. Elevations range from 3,100 to 7,100 feet. The monument is also home to a growing number
of endangered California condors. Each year, condors hatched and raised in a captive breeding program are
released in the monument. To visit the monument, you’ll need extra planning and awareness of potential
hazards. Most roads need a high clearance, four-wheel-drive vehicle due to deep sand.

— Source: The Bureau of Land Management

Old Desert Men   Leave a comment

“Old Desert Men” (San Simon, Arizona, 12-01-12) — Image by kenne

Sharing their knowledge
Looking in the direction
They expect to go.

Borrowing years of living
To guide them forward.

— kenne

 

Springtime In Picacio Peak State Park   Leave a comment

Picacio Peak State Park — Image by kenne

“In 1848, the Mormon Battalion constructed a wagon road through Picacho Pass. The forty-niners on their way
to California used this road. In the late 1850’s the Butterfield Overland Stage was carrying passengers through
this area. Picacho Peak’s most noted historic event occurred on April 15, 1862, when Confederate and Union
scouting parties met in the Battle of Picacho Pass during the Civil War. This was the largest Civil War clash to
take place in Arizona.”
— Source: azstateparks.com

Adobe Window with Shutters   Leave a comment

Adobe Window with Shutters — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Art may only take

an hour to create

but it needs a  

whole lifetime.

 
— kenne

New Encounters With Living   Leave a comment

Desert Chicory & Honey Bee — Image by kenne

Climate change coupled with a pandemic

has made life more precious 

opening the door to more pursuits

always looking, listening, and learning

creating new encounters with living — 

“art is the residue from

the encounter with living.”

— kenne

 

King Canyon Trail Panorama   Leave a comment

King Canyon Trail Panorama by kenne

“I don’t see the desert as barren at all;
I see it as full and ripe.
It doesn’t need to be flattered with rain.
It certainly needs rain,
but it does with what it has,
and creates amazing beauty.”

— Joy Harjo

Posted March 23, 2021 by kenneturner in Arizona, Hiking, Information, Panorama, Photography

Finding The Way   Leave a comment

Finding the Way Through Doubtful Pass– Image by kenne

“Unfortunately I am afraid, as always, of going on. For to go on means going from here, means finding me,
losing me, vanishing and beginning again, a stranger first, then little by little the same as always, in another place,
where I shall say I have always been, of which I shall know nothing, being incapable of seeing,
moving, thinking, speaking,
but of which little by little, in spite of these handicaps, I shall begin to know something,
just enough for it to
turn out to be the same place as always, the same which seems made for me and does not want
me,
which I seem to want and do not want, take your choice, which spews me out or swallows me up, I’ll never know,
which is perhaps merely the inside of my distant skull where once I wandered, now am fixed, lost for tininess, or
straining against the walls, with my head, my hands, my feet, my back, and ever murmuring my old stories,
my old
story, as if it were the first time.”

― from The Unnamable by Samuel Beckett

A Springtime That Was Not In Desert   Leave a comment

Sutherland Trail (March 27, 2015)– Image by kenne

Springtime in the desert —

What’s not to love

when the flowers

are blooming!

The continuing drought

in the southwest

has devastated

this spring’s growth.

— kenne

Spring Wildflowers   2 comments

Spring Wildflowers (Pointed Cats-Eye & Desert Chicory) — Image by kenne

We cannot all see beauty the same way.

— kenne

Arizona State Route 83   Leave a comment

Arizona State Route 83 Vista in Southern Arizona — Image by kenne

Don’t Pick The Wildflowers   Leave a comment

A Desert Spring — Desert Chicory & Mexican Poppy — Image by kenne

I Want

all the poppies to bloom
a carpet, bright bed where

you could lie down. And if
I knew where you traveled,

I would cross the river,
climb unraveled banks,

ravines thick with brambles,
and pick their fruit. You might

not know these tangled
arms, but I would bring you

berries, plums, if I knew
your thirst sunk deep as mine.

— Wendy Barker

 

Birds Flying, An Abstract   Leave a comment

Birds Flying, an Abstract — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Snowbirds

The big birds feel

it in their feathers

nature’s call

to start the long

flight to their

northern home

having spent

winter near shallow

desert waters.

— kenne

The Wind Blows Where It Will/Pull My Daisy/All My Doors Are Open   Leave a comment

Source: Agave: A Celebration of Tequila in story, song, poetry, essay and graphic art — edited by Ashley and Nathan Brown
Agave Art Image by kenne (08/26/13) 

The Steven Schroeder poem’s title, all my doors are open, is a line in Pull My Daisy by Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and Neal Cassady.
Note: It was written in the late 1940s in a similar way to the Surrealist “exquisite corpse” game, with one person writing the first line,
the other writing the second, and so on sequentially, with each person only being shown the line before.

PULL MY DAISY

Pull my daisy
tip my cup
all my doors are open
Cut my thoughts
for coconuts
all my eggs are broken
Jack my Arden
gate my shades
woe my road is spoken
Silk my garden
rose my days
now my prayers awaken

Bone my shadow
dove my dream
start my halo bleeding
Milk my mind &
make me cream
drink me when you’re ready
Hop my heart on
harp my height
seraphs hold me steady
Hip my angel
hype my light
lay it on the needy

Heal the raindrop
sow the eye
bust my dust again
Woe the worm
work the wise
dig my spade the same
Stop the hoax
what’s the hex
where’s the wake
how’s the hicks
take my golden beam

Rob my locker
lick my rocks
leap my cock in school
Rack my lacks
lark my looks
jump right up my hole
Whore my door
beat my boor
eat my snake of fool
Craze my hair
bare my poor
asshole shorn of wool

say my oops
ope my shell
Bite my naked nut
Roll my bones
ring my bell
call my worm to sup
Pope my parts
pop my pot
raise my daisy up
Poke my papa
pit my plum
let my gap be shut

— Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady

Great Horned Owl   Leave a comment

Great Horned Owl — Image by kenne

“A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer.
A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay,
but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.

— Ernest Hemingway

 

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