Sycamore Canyon Panorama — Image by kenneSycamore Canyon Trail — Computer Painting by kenne
Yesterday’s (April 28, 2017) hike from the Gordon Hirabayashi Campgrounds (4,880′ elevation) to the Sycamore Reservoir was the last SCVN Friday hike on our Spring schedule. Eleven people, including three guides, took #39 trail out of the campgrounds to the Sycamore Reservoir, a somewhat out of the way riparian area in the Sycamore Canyon in the Pusch Ridge Wilderness. The trail is 3.25 miles one way with an accumulated gain of 821 feet. The trail is also a segment of the Arizona Trail, providing majestic views, including Thimble Pear and Cathedral Rock.
This is one of my favorite hikes at the mid-level elevation of the Santa Catalina Mountains, so I was pleased to be the lead guide for the eleven hikers, which included three women from Germany.
The SCVN guided hikes will start again in June on Mt. Lemmon.
Texas Crescent Butterfly — Computer Art by kenne
I have seen the wind’s tails
the breeze’s buds.
I have seen the griffon bird
& Delgadina’s tower.
Where do you come from,
I have seen a blue road
& some girls
were singing the old ballad
of the olive tree in green.
Do you know where I come from,
my sweet girl?
Well . . . from your smile is where,
your last smile.
— Federico Garcia Lorca
Yellow Flower — Computer Painting by kenne
Short yellow flower
From sunflower family
Loves his tall brother.
Flame Skimmer — Grunge Art by kenne
“So long as the sense of the observing subject remains,
there is the effort, however indirect, to control feeling from the outside,
which is resistance setting up turmoil in the stream.
Resistance disappears and the balancing process comes into full effect,
not by intention on the part of the subject,
but only as it is seen that the feeling of being the subject,
the ego, is itself part of the stream of experience
and does not stand outside it in a controlling position.”
— Alan Watts
Source: William Morrow/HarperCollins
It’s just a little after midnight in Tucson, and I’m having trouble sleeping. It could be that Joy is having surgery later today. It could be that in this age of hand-held technology it was several hours ago I received news alert on the passage of Robert M. Pirsig at age 88.
In the 1970’s I was interested in motorcycles — own a couple. It was a time in which I loved reading about technology and philosophy. So, in 1974 when I read a review of a recently published book, “Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values,” I went out and bought a copy.
The inside cover jacket begins with a quote from the book:
“ The study of the art of motorcycle maintenance is really a miniature study of the art of rationality itself. Working on a motorcycle, working well, caring, is to become part of a process, to achieve an inner peace of mind. The motorcycle is primarily a mental phenomenon.”
What better way to write about the conflict between science and religion, and the nature of Quality in art than to have it as part of a motorcycle narrative of a trip Pirsig, his eleven-year-old son and two friends took from Minnesota to California? As it turns out, the real trip was not a motorcycle trip, but a philosophic trip that centers on an insane passion for truth.
In February of this year, I posted a blog entitled, The Zen of Visual Imagery – Balancing Passion and Obsession, in which I reference the novel I have worshiped over the years. Whether in my own teaching of educational philosophy or photography, I can’t talk about life without referencing Pirsig for the truth. It is time for a Chautauqua.
Mariposa Lily — Image by kenne
There, standing alone
A mariposa lily
Adorns the dry field.
Silverpuff Blossom and Seeds — Image by kenne
When picturing a wildflower
I see the blossom
not the seeds.
Picture a dandelion
a pretty yellow wildflower
not named after its
Picture a silverpuff
a pretty yellow wildflower
with toothed rays
radiating star-like points
only to be named after its
beautiful seeds —
a secondhand blossom.