Archive for the ‘B&W’ Category

To Walk The Line . . .   3 comments

Fenceline — To walk the line is to understand both sides of the fence. — kenne

“The most thought-provoking thing in our thought-provoking time
is that we are still not thinking.”

— Martin Heidegger

Texas Two Step   Leave a comment

Texas Two Step — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“He had a habit of remarking to bartenders that he didn’t see
any sense in mixing whiskey with water
since the whiskey was already wet.”

— Joseph Mitchell

The Month Of May Fifty Years Out   1 comment

Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images

 

I can’t let this month get by without recognizing the 50th anniversary (May 21, 1971) of the release of Marvin Gaye’s
masterpiece album, What’s Going On.

“OK, let’s just get this out of the way. Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On LP is a masterpiece. If it’s not in your top five
or at least within the realm of your top 10 albums of all-time, then I seriously think you need to reevaluate your list.
Not many albums give you a snapshot of the world at the time of its release and still remain very relevant decades later.
What’s Going On most certainly does.” — Terry Nelson (albumism.com)

Gaye released the single, What’s Going On, after co-writer Renaldo “Obie” Benson saw police in Berkeley, Calif.,
brutality beat anti-Vietnam War protesters. Gaye would later say, “What mattered was the message. For the first time,
I felt like I had something to say.”

The album went platinum, and Rolling Stone would place it among the greatest albums of all time.
Now fifty years out, its influences are evident today as the nation wrestles with inequality and a racial reckoning.

— kenne

Saveur Bistro, Santa Fe   Leave a comment

Saveur Bistro, Santa Fe, New Mexico — Image by kenne
Dee & Bernie Rusanowski, Proprietaries

While in Santa Fe last week, we had breakfast two mornings at this little bistro, located just a short walk from
where we stayed at the Hotel Santa Fe. The poached eggs were prepared to perfection

and the corned beef hash, made fresh daily, was something else to experience.

— kenne

Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly   Leave a comment

Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly — Image by kenne

The Pipevine Swallowtail (Battus philenor) is one of my favorite butterflies common in the Tucson area.  It is a
large butterfly with a wingspan of about 3.5 inches. This butterfly ranges throughout the U.S. and Central America.

Throwback Thursday — Dick and Carol   Leave a comment

Dick and Carol Crow, Best Buddies In the 50s and 60s (October 1965) — 
My brother, Tom sitting on the couch talking to our mother, not in the picture.

Looking back on life,

do I have any regrets?

“A little late for that,

don’t you think?”

— kenne

Corral Fence Line Art   1 comment

Corral Fence Line — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader,
a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight
for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here
.” 

— Edward Abbey

Mesa Arch In Canyonlands   Leave a comment

Mesa Arch In Canyonlands — Image by kenne

“Canyonlands has more than 80 natural arches but arch hunters often bypass this park in favor of its neighbor, Arches National Park.
Canyonlands’ most famous arch is Mesa Arch in Willow Flat in the Island in the Sky District. It’s a favorite place
to watch the sunrise and photograph the night skies.”
Source — myutahparks.com

Migrating Turkey Vultures   2 comments

Migrating Turkey Vultures Near The Tanque Verde Wash — Fine Marker Drawing by kenne

They arrive each spring

Hundreds resting overnight

Morning departure.

— kenne

The Death Court   Leave a comment

 

Three Judge Court — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Death Court

Three judges in
black robes
set in stillness
passing judgment
on life or death
of a trespasser
only their hunger
will determine 
a verdict where
the end precedes
the beginning.

— kenne

Bull Riding   1 comment

Bull Riding — Image by kenne

This bull means business
Not an artificial ride
An all-business dude

— kenne

Photographs Haunt Us   Leave a comment

La Paz, Bolivia (08/17/19) — Image by kenne

“Narratives can make us understand.
Photographs do something else: they haunt us.”

― Susan Sontag

Imagine . . .   Leave a comment

Imagine . . .

pictures not seen
words not read
voices not heard
skins not touched

. . . now, imagine seeing the future.

Imagine . . .

artists not painting
poets not writing
singers not singing
lovers not embracing

 . . . now, imagine seeing the future.

Imagine . . .

a rush of wind coming down
from the mountaintop –
if you listen,
you can foretell the future

 . . . now, imagine seeing the future.

Imagine . . .

staring at a canvass
brush in hand
listen to yourself
you will paint the future

 . . . now, imagine seeing the future.

Imagine!

— kenne

Waste Land   Leave a comment

Waste Land — Image by kenne

The Waste Land: Five Limericks

I

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.)

 

A Dream Deferred   Leave a comment

Texas Johnny Brown (11/15/09) Image by kenne

A Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

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?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

— Langston Hughes 

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