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Brittlebush Blooming Everywhere In Picacho Peak State Park   1 comment

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Wildflowers (1 of 1)-4-2 blogBrittlebush Blooming Everywhere In Picacho Peak State Park — Images by kenne
Friend, Tom Markey and I spent a recent morning hiking in the Park and so much is in full bloom.
This posting focuses on brittlebush images with many more wildflowers to come.
Click here to see more brittlebush images in a slideshow format.

A Blast From The Past   3 comments

Ken & Mary's Blues (1 of 1) art blog“A Blast From The Past” Ken & Mary’s Blues Project, December 2003 — Image by kenne

Sadly, several of those playing in this Ken & Mary’s Blues Project house concert are no longer with us — those were the days with some of the best blues ever coming out of east Texas. 

In the piney woods

Rhythm and lots of the blues

Jamming through the night.

kenne

Rillito Park Race Track II   2 comments

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Racing Crowd (1 of 1)_edit blogRillito Park Race Track II, Tucson — Images by kenne

“He’s of the colour of the nutmeg.
And of the heat of the ginger…. he is pure air and fire;
and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him,
but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him;
he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.”

― William Shakespeare, Henry V

 

Cairns On Trail To Cardiac Gap   2 comments

Cardiact Gap (1 of 1)-2 blogCairn (on the right) On Trail To Cardiac Gap — Image by kenne

Some mountain trails are obscured

as the trail is less traveled.

Some hikers are good at

tracking the trail less traveled,

while others lose direction

unless there are cairns

hiking up the mountain with you.

— kenne

You Are My Valentine   Leave a comment

Fairy duster (1 of 1)-2 blogFairy Duster (February 9, 2015) — Image by kenne

If there were no words, no way to speak
I would still hear you
If there were no tears, no way to feel inside
I’ve still feel for you

And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
You’re all I need my love, my valentine

All of my life
I have been waiting for all you give to me
You’ve opened my eyes
And shown me how to love unselfishly

I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times before
In my dreams I couldn’t love you more
I will give you my heart until the end of time
You’re all I need my love, my valentine

La la la la la la

And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
‘Cause all I need is you, my valentine
Oh, you’re all I need my love, my valentine

— Jim Brickman & Martina McBride

 

Jonn Del Toro Richardson Is “The Real Deal”   2 comments

Diunna BenefitHouston Legend, Earl Gilliam and Jonn Richardson at the Big East, (February 15, 2009) — Image by kenne

Lately I have been listening to an Otis Taylor CD. Coincidentally, my friend Jonn Del Toro Richardson posts on Facebook a Otis Taylor, Gary Moore & Jonn Richardson video from 2006 — karma!

I’ve followed the musical career of Jonn over the last decade. The Blues world has a lot of great Bluesmen, but few as good, yet not recognized as Jonn. Yes, among Blues musicians Jonn is admired for his talent, but for many Blues fans he is under the radar. For years Jonn has toured with better known musicians, and collaborated on releasing CDs, but no solo CD — it’s time for his own CD!

Now there’s an opportunity to help Jonn reach his funding goal to produce his first solo album. Click here for more information. 

Here are three of videos of Jonn I have done — yes, he is the “REAL DEAL!”

IBC Blues Jam, 2010

The Real Deal with Rich DelGrosso at Ken & Mary’s Blues Project, 2011

Diunna Greenleaf & Blue Mercy @ Rhythm & Roots Concert Series In Tucson, 2012 — Jonn and Diunna bring it on home in this video!

WE LOVE YOU, JONN!

Hiking Romero Pools Trail, January 23, 2015   Leave a comment

Sunrise On The trail (1 of 1) Jeff & Phil blog

The trail begins merciful,
level and wide for
our first steps.

The sun greeting us
rising above the mountains
warming the morning air.

Our path is straight
into the canyon
through winter’s brown.

Soon the trail narrows
turning left, then right
with carved rock stairs.

The pace slows as
fellow hikers snake-line
up the steep slopes.

As we near the first ridge,
the sky seems smaller,
staying alert with each step.

Hiking the lower canyon walls,
soon we reach the first saddle,
we break for the vistas.

Seeing no bighorn sheep,
only white rocks mistook
for their white rumps.

Climbing up and
around the next ridge,
water flowing from its top.

A steep drop in the trail
beckons thoughts of yet
another ridge to climb.

Reaching a thousand feet
above the trailhead before
hiking down to the pools.

Winter rains have provided
plenty of water for breathtaking
views of the pools and falls.

Spring break will bring
students’ cliff jumping into
the deeper Romero Pools.

I share a silent moment
above the pools with
only my shadow companion.

— kenne

Romero Pools (1 of 1)-25 blog shadow companionImages by kenne

CLICK HERE TO SEE ALL PHOTOS OF HIKING ROMERO POOLS TRAIL, JANUARY 2015.

 

Skinny-Dipper Lost Tanktop, Or Just Trash?   1 comment

Tanktop in Creek (1 of 1) blogSkinny-Dipper Lost Tanktop, Or Just Trash? SCVN Naturalist, Anne Green Displays Tanktop Found In Sabino Creek.
Anne is our #1 Trash-Spotter. — Image by kenne

Do not let your stuff

Become tomorrow’s litter —

Always pocket it.

— kenne

Give Me An Angel That Flies From Montgomery — In Memory Of Lindy Ricketts   4 comments

Linda Ricketts (1 of 1) blogLinda Ricketts with Michael McDougal at the Montgomery County Literacy Volunteers Annual Spelling Bee Fund Raiser
(May 18, 2004) — Image by kenne

There’s a song written by John Prine titled, “Angel from Montgomery.” The people of Montgomery County had that angle and her name is Linda Ricketts. Linda was an angel because she was one of those rare people who found her voice by adopting and embracing communities and filiations, which in turn Inspired her to inhale the memory of acts never experienced. These acts were the work of an angel who served countless people and organizations by giving without conditions the one gift worth more than any, her time. She was a volunteer’s volunteer!

If we believe that “becoming is superior to being,” then the process of becoming is that of “gathering up the fragments”, so that we as individuals, communities and organizations may become whole. Linda was able to see the fragments around her and gather them. Whatever was broken, missing, disconnected or lost, Linda worked to create new connections resulting in bright mosaics made from the gathered fragments. 

The historic, colloquial, genesis of the title words in the song, “Angel from Montgomery” are not about our angel from Montgomery county, but have to do with her husband being pardoned from a death sentence by the governor of Alabama.  You hope from Death Row that the governor will be your Angel and send a pardon your way from his home in Montgomery.  So the old woman in the John Prine song is singing about becoming a pardon from the humdrum humility of her loveless life. I share it here for its beauty and humble, but profound chorus of gathered fragments.

Those of us who love Linda are blessed with her beautiful mosaics made from gather fragments — broken; colorful; unique; that will forever be “beneficial to all concerned.”

I count Linda among my most loved friends.

kenne

Angel from Montgomery

I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that’s grown old
If dreams were lightning thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

Make me an angel that flies from Montgom’ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He weren’t much to look at, just free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam.

Make me an angel that flies from Montgom’ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

There’s flies in the kitchen I can hear ’em there buzzing
And I ain’t done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.

Make me an angel that flies from Montgom’ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

— John Prine

 

 

 

Coach Turner   10 comments

Pub - Kenne & Ana (1 of 1) blogAna Claudia 

Last weekend, as I stood in front of those attending the celebration of life services for my brother Tom, I couldn’t help but notice the tears on the face of a dark-haired women among those attending. I had not yet met this beautiful women, so I had no idea who she was.

Knowing that some of Tom’s former students would be in attendance, I was not surprised when she came up to me after the service, with tears still in her eyes, and introduced herself — Ana Claudia, one of Tom’s former students. We embraced with the affection of dear friends seeing one another after years of being apart. For Ana, I was channeling Couch Turner, something that is second-nature for me since my brother and I are kindred spirits. We talked, drifting from the present to the past and back, her tears of joy still on her face. 

As we talked and hugged, Ana shared something she had posted on Facebook after the death of Coach Turner:

I don’t often share my feelings on here,
but today I have a good reason to do so.
I’ve often thought about how blessed I am
for having had tough but kind coaches
and mentors throughout my life.
I am grateful beyond words
that good-hearted people took time
to help keep a poor immigrant kid from the hood
on a path towards a positive life
that included the desire to give back or pay it forward.
I know most of you didn’t know him but in honor of him,
I want to say that among all of those good people
none made more of a difference
in my life than this good man — Coach Turner.
He passed away yesterday and now,
here I sit openly weeping still, smiling,
and remembering him not only as a coach,
but also as a mentor, a defender, a family friend, and even a father.
I’ll never forget you Coach Turner. Thank you from my heart.
— Ana Claudia

I have no doubt that her words are shared by so many of his former students. He was a special man who liked using the power of his vocabulary to impress those around him, but for Tom his ability to share his feeling was more powerful the words. Like all of us, he had his demons, but above all, “Bobby”, my little brother, knew the value of caring and sharing.

In the form of a elegy, I share the last two stanzas from Federico Garcia Lorca’s, “A Dream of Life”:

No one knows you. No one. But I sing you — 
sing your profile and your grace, for later on.
The signal ripeness of your mastery.
The way you sought death out, savored its taste.
The sadness just beneath your gay valor.

Not soon, if ever, will Andalusia see
so  towering a man, so venturesome.
I sing his elegance with words that moan
and remember a sad breeze in the olive groves.

— kenne

Coach Turner blogCoach Turner

Tom & Track Students (1 of 1 blog)Turner with some of his track students

 

Hiking the Douglas Springs, Carillo, Garwood Loop   2 comments

(CLICK ON ANY OF THE IMAGES TO SEE LARGER VIEW IN A SLIDESHOW FORMAT.)

Hiking the Douglas Spring, Carillo, Garwood Loop In The Saguaro National Park (December 19, 2014)
— Images by kenne

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”

― John Muir, Our National Parks

Naturalist, Alexa Von Bieberstein   4 comments

Alexa (1 of 1) blogAlexa Von Bieberstein (December 17, 2014) — Images by kenne

Alexa Von Bieberstein has been a Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalist since 2007, and I have had the pleasure of working with her since 2011 in the SCVN elementary school program on Thursdays. Last Thursday, we said goodbye to Alexa since she will be returning to Germany, although she and her husband will be keeping their home here in Tucson. As a “going away” gift, the Thursday group of naturalists gave her a print of Phil Bentley’s photo of Sabino Canyon with snow on the mountains. Although Alexa loves the Sonoran Desert, she also loves snow.

Thimble Peak-8729-2 blog AlexaPhil and Alexa with Thimble Peak backdrop

Alexa is also an enthusiastic hiker. A little over a year ago, we hike to Thimble Peak, high above Sabino Canyon. Here Phil is taking her picture with Thimble Peak in the background.

Thimble Peak-8687 blog AlexaOn the Arizona Trail

In addition to Alexa, Phil, and I, Ed Rawl and Tim Ralph, completed the group hiking to Thimble peak. (Click here to see my posting on the Thimble Peak hike.) We will all miss her cheerful smile and look forward to seeing her again soon. Knowing Alexa has helped keep my thimble full.

A Thimble Full Of Life

All one needs
in life is

a thimble full of
this and that
to experience life. 

We determine
what 
makes up
THIS,

what makes up
THAT.

Do you have a thimble full?

– kenne

Alexa Goodbyes

 

 

Hiking the La Milagrosa Loop In The Santa Catalina Mountains   2 comments

(CLICK ON ANY OF THE TILED IMAGES TO SEE LARGER VIEW IN A SLIDE SHOW FORMAT.)

Hiking the La Milagrosa Loop in the Santa Catalina Mountains (December 5, 2014) lead by Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN). The 6.6 mile loop combines trails through the La Milagrosa and Agua Caliente Canyons. Parts of theses canyons are also popular to more adventurous hikers and rock climbers than our Friday SCVN hikers. (Click here.)

May your trails be crooked,
winding, lonesome, dangerous,
leading to the most amazing view.
May your mountains rise
into and above the clouds.

— Edward Abbey

 

Tracing the space of our connectiveness   Leave a comment

Sunsets & Yard Flowers September 2012Computer Painting by kenne

Posted November 19, 2014 by kenneturner in Art, Family, Friends, Life, Photography, Poetry

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Little Joe Washington, RIP   Leave a comment

little-joe-washington-3-8-0300108-5-blog-iiHouston Blues Legend, Little Joe Washington, — 2003 Image by kenne

From the Houston Blues Society’s Newsletter:

On Wednesday afternoon, bluesman Little Joe Washington passed on, leaving a hole in the blues community’s heart that belies his diminutive 5′ 5″ frame. One of Third Ward’s legendary blues guitarists, comprising Albert Collins, Johnny Clyde Copeland, Johnny “Guitar” Watson and Joe “Guitar” Hughes, Little Joe displayed a raw and sparkling talent that earned great respect from his peers.

It’s true to say that he knew more than a few dark days in his 75 years, but with surprising tenacity he’d always bounce back to delight audiences with his virtuoso guitar skills, often finishing his set by running around the room and using his hat for a tip jar before disappearing into the night on a rickety bicycle.

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Roger Wood wrote of the Third Ward eccentric guitarist in his 2003 book on Houston blues, Down In Houston: Bayou City Blues:

“I first picked up a guitar when I was playing drums with Albert Collins. I taught myself after that,” Washington explains. “I figure it out on my own.” Once he began to experiment with the guitar, however, the diminutive and now perpetually scruffy-looking fellow developed a unique style that is best described as raw and unpredictable — some would say wild. “I play with my teeth, my tongue, my head. I used to hang on the rafters when I was in Old Mexico,” he said.

“. . . Little Joe Washington has evolved into a Houston folk hero of sorts.”

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