Painted Lady Butterfly On A Bluedicks Wildflower (Sabino Canyon Recreation Area) — Image by kenne
Society is like a stew.
If you don’t stir it up every once in a while
then a layer of scum floats to the top.
— Edward Abbey
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Painted Lady Butterfly On A Bluedicks Wildflower Leave a comment
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Brown Haze — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.
— Edward Abbey
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Bookstores Can Survive By Being Creative 1 comment
David Fitzsimmons,Tucso Arizona Daily Star — Source: CagleCartoon.com
Recently, Joy received a Bookmans gift card. Bookmans is more than just a bookstore, it’s an entertainment exchange with a commitment to the people and communities they have served for over forty years. While there, I selected three books: Epitaph for a Desert Anarchist — The Life and Legacy of Edward Abbey by James Bishop; The River of Doubt by Candie Millard; Spanish Essentials for Dummies, the last two in preparation for my August trip to the Amazon in northern Bolivia. — kenne
“I’m alright. It’s the world that is dysfunctioning.”
— from The Fool’s Progress by Edward Abbey
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Bear Canyon Trail — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I sometimes choose to think that man is a dream,
thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun
. . . belief? What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In
rock. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock.
I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers, eagles, storms,
drums, flutes, banjos and broom-tailed horses.
— Edward Abbey, A Voice Crying In The Wilderness
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Natural Bridge Trail Panorama ( Capitol Reef National Park) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit,
and as vital to our lives as water and good bread.
— Edward Abbey
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Pusch Ridge Wilderness, Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“Wilderness. The word itself is music.
Wilderness. Wilderness… We scarcely know what we mean by the term,
though the sound of it draws all whose nerves and emotions have not been
irreparably stunned, deadened, numbed by the caterwauling of commerce,
the sweating scramble for profit and domination.”
— Edward Abbey
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Image by kenne
“. . . I now find the most marvelous things in
the everyday,
the ordinary,
the common,
the simple and tangible.
For example:
one cloud floating over one mountain.”
— Edward Abbey
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Tucson Basin — Panorama by kenne
“. . . the West of my deepest imaginings—the place where the tangible and the mythical became the same.”
— Edward Abbey
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Yucca Blooming Season in Tucson 3 comments
Yucca Blooming Season In Tucson — Images by kenne
“There are no vacant lots in nature.”
— Edward Abbey
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“I would not sacrifice . . .” 1 comment
Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Black Swallowtail Photo Essay– Signs of Spring 7 comments
Black Swallowtail Photo Essay– Signs of Spring by kenne (Tohono Chul, Tucson AZ, February 24, 2018)
Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of year for hiking, camping, exploring, sleeping under the new moon and the old stars. At dawn and at evening we hear the coyotes howling with excitement—mating season.
— Edward Abbey
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Mesquite Bean Pods — Computer Painting by kenne
“I would not sacrifice a single living mesquite tree for any book ever written.
One square mile of living desert is worth a hundred ‘great books’ –
and one brave deed is worth a thousand.”
— Edward Abbey
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Grunge Art Desert Landscape — Image by kenne
“Beyond the wall of the unreal city … there is another world waiting for you. It is the old true world of the deserts, the mountains, the forests, the islands, the shores, the open plains. Go there. Be there. Walk gently and quietly deep within it. And then —
May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God’s dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.”
― Edward Abbey
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The Spirit That Is Me 2 comments
Juniper Tree, Spirit That Is Me — Image by kenne
“If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a Juniper tree or the wings of a vulture
— that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves.”
— Edward Abbey
