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Follow The Narrow Trail   Leave a comment

Ned's Nature Walk -- 01-1-09-13Follow the Narrow Trail (The Tucson Mountains) — Image by kenne

No Name Trails

My trails don’t always have a name.
They are the ones on which I roam
Gathering new views to capture
Sharing with others who read books
And write poems on the earth and sky.

— kenne

 

Early Morning In Alamos, Sonora   2 comments

Alamos Street (1 of 1)-HDR blogEarly Morning Street Sence In Alamos, Sonora — HDR Image by kenne

Alamos, Sonora
7 a.m caught
the eye of
a lone dog
standing
at the door
patient 
Mexican dog
not one to
chase bikes
laying against
the sidewalk.

only a few
high clouds
add contrast
against the 
blue sky
behind me
a truck
rattles by
carts pushed
toward the
plaza
no one
sleeping
on benches 
like in America.

some Mexicans
sitting on the
church steps
born destined
to work in the
cathedral of toil
looking old at 21
a woman leaves
morning mess
still believing in
the Guadalupe lady
painted on velvet —
I shell paint
a velvet Elvis.

— kenne

 

Cityscape — Mixed Media   Leave a comment

Vancouver Skyline (1 of 1)-2 Mixed Media blogCityscape — Mixed Media — Image by kenne

I am drifting as I listen to Purple Haze,
buildings reflect up from the water below.

Remember when we first saw the cityscape,
dreamy cosmic waves of mid-summer light?

Close your eyes, you will still see your body
drifting across the sky as the clouds move

through a matrix of lines and rainbow colors.
The edges of the skyline begin to drop as

the cityscape embraces and slowly enters
the maze of puzzles in the northern sky.

— kenne

East Texas Southern Magnolia   2 comments

Southern Magnolia Art DSC_2689 blogEast Texas Southern Magnolia — Image by kenne

Magnolias in My Blood

Now, everybody knows
I love the desert southwest
it’s tall saguaros and
sky island ponderosas — 
I found a home out here. 

Still, every once in a while
I need a fusion for my
born and bred
southeast blood —
magnolia blossoms will do.

— kenne

Windy Point Girl — Photo Essay   Leave a comment

Rock Climbing Mt LemonWindy Point Vista — Images by kenne

In August 2010 I took over 83 photos a young woman and two men climbing the rock spire at Windy Point Vista along Catalina Highway. It ended up being a fun unplanned project. I put a video together using the photos and also uploaded them to my Flickr account.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/kennetu/albums/72157624822900088

kenne

Climbing the Rock Spire at Windy Point Video

Here’s a link to a 360 view at Windy Point Vista:

https://www.360cities.net/image/windy-point-vista-tucson-az

Two Hairy Faced Men, Twits Not   2 comments

lummi-island-vancover_tom-kenne_0333-b-w-blogiiTom and Kenne Turner (October 2009)– Image by Joy

We are hairy men
who may be thought of a “Twit,”
but I dare say, are not.
Why you might ask?
If you  look closely, you will not see
tasty morsels in our beards,
while Twits upon close review
will have tiny little specks
of dried-up scrambled eggs.

So says Roald Dahl,
and he should know
of all the disgusting things
found in the beard of a twit,
but, no need to hold your noses.

So, what is it these hairy men
are trying to hide?
Is it an ugly face, you ask?
No, not really,
for we are two guys
possessing good thoughts,
which shone out of our faces
like sunbeams,
so we will always look lovely.

Again, Roald Dahl, should know:
‘If a person has ugly thoughts,
it begins to show on the face.
And when that person
has ugly thoughts every day,
every week, every year,
the face gets uglier and uglier
until it gets so ugly
you can hardly bear to look at it.’

Even so, on this sand grain day
in the bent bay’s grave
I celebrate and spurn
my driftwood seventy-sixth
wind turned age.

Yet, I remain steadfast
in Shakespeare’s fifth stage
in The Seven Stages of Man,
still acquiring wisdom,
enjoying the finer things in life
and remain very attentive of my appearance,
trying to live life to its fullest,
preparing for the final stages of life.
Shall seventy-six bells sing struck.

kenne

The above illustration is by Quentin Blake in Roald Dahl’s book, The Twits. Part of this posting contains copy from The Twits and  Dylan Thomas’ Poem On His Birthday.

I can’t let this pass without again sharing Dylan Thomas’ Poem On His Birthday.

Douglas Spring Trail Panorama   Leave a comment

Douglas Springs HikeDouglas Spring Trail Panorama Image by kenne

In the moment you feel a
belonging to an ancient time,
a time not seen, yet you feel it —

the dryness of a land
parched, dying of thirst. 
Soon the trail switches back

and forth around large boulders
where lizards live in the dust
sometimes seen atop a boulder

doing their daily pushups
in the bright sunlight
soon returning to a dark place.

Stand here in the moment,
take yourself down the trail
toward the distant mountains.

The trail is narrow and dusty,
so narrow there are hikers
in front of you and behind,

not to your side, this is not 
a shoulder to shoulder march,
this is a hike in single file.

Having entered this picture
you can stay till the poem ends 
and the magic fades away.

For me, the photographer,
a part of me remains
poised in the moment.

— kenne

 

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