What made Joe the best boss ever, he didn’t insist on you always agreeing with him. He once said to me, “Kenne, you know what your problem is, you’re too damn argumentative.” A characteristic that may have created some enemies, but not with Joe. He was one of the most self-assured, understanding people I’ve ever known. We both continued to work together after retirement — a true friend.
Storm Clouds Over The Santa Catalina Mountains (09/06/14) — Image by kenne
“And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine—and before we know it our lives are gone. What does a man need—really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in— and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all—in the material sense, and we know it.”
“I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.”
“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
In April one seldom feels cheerful; Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful; Clairvoyantes distress me, Commuters depress me– Met Stetson and gave him an earful.
II
She sat on a mighty fine chair, Sparks flew as she tidied her hair; She asks many questions, I make few suggestions– Bad as Albert and Lil–what a pair!
III
The Thames runs, bones rattle, rats creep; Tiresias fancies a peep– A typist is laid, A record is played– Wei la la. After this it gets deep.
IV
A Phoenician named Phlebas forgot About birds and his business–the lot, Which is no surprise, Since he’d met his demise And been left in the ocean to rot.
V
No water. Dry rocks and dry throats, Then thunder, a shower of quotes From the Sanskrit and Dante. Da. Damyata. Shantih. I hope you’ll make sense of the notes.
— Wendy Cope
(The author was inspired by T. S. Eliot’s, The Waste Land.)
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet?
“Body of an Old Man Sitting Under the Stars” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“There was only our bodies, born to live and die on terms decided by the bodies that had lived and died before us. If he could be said to have located a philosophical niche for himself, that was it – he’d come upon it early and intuitively, and however elemental, that was the whole of it.”
Men’s Restroom On The Road — Photo-Artistry by kenne
having to go pee
there are worse things than being on the road having to go pee but there’s no restroom in sight wondering will it be too late when you finally reach one — there can be nothing worse than too late.
New Orleans Street Band at Toulouse & Royale (03/10/04) — Photos by kenne
Balsa Wood Rafting On The Tuichi River In The Bolivian Amazon (8/21/19) — Image by kenne
