I was always drawn to the roots music, bluegrass, blues, early rock – Sun Records, Elvis [Presley]. And I still love that music to this day. Memphis never gets the credit. It’s much more musically rich than Nashville ever will be. Nashville manufactured that hokey-hillbilly image way back.
Abandoned Cars In The Black Mountains Near Oatman, Arizona (12/27/2012) — Image by kenne
“The difference between a good mechanic and a bad one, like the difference between a good mathematician and a bad one, is precisely this ability to select the good facts from the bad ones on the basis of quality.”
― from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig
What we call the beginning is often the end And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. And every phrase And sentence that is right (where every word is at home, Taking its place to support the others, The word neither diffident nor ostentatious, An easy commerce of the old and the new, The common word exact without vulgarity, The formal word precise but not pedantic, The complete consort dancing together) Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, Every poem an epitaph.
Wild Burro Canyon In The Tortolita Mountains (March 12, 2012) — Panorama Created By Merging Three Photos By kenne
These mountains were home to the Hohokam (550 to 1540 A.D.) as evidenced by the amazing petroglyphs carved into rocks throughout the range. We also know that Spanish explorers sought mineral riches for their crown in the 1540s, and there was a short-lived mining boom in the 1860s.
Facepainting (The Woodlands Art Festival, April 2008) — Image by kenne
All women are wounded Who gather berries, dibble in mottled light, Turn white roots from humus, crack nuts on stone High upland with squinted eye or rest in cedar shade.
Becoming is Superior to Being 