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Black Mountains Geological Contrasts   Leave a comment

Black Mountains, Arizona Geological Contrasts — Image by kenne

 
I was standing on the highest mountain of them all,
and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world.
And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and
I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a
sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit,
and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.
And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops
that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight,
and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter
all children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.
 
— Black Elk

Near The Wave Entrance   Leave a comment

Near The Wave Entrance in the Coyote Buttes Wilderness Area in Vermillion Cliffs National Monument in Northern Arizona
— Image by kenne

Known for its colorful swirls of slickrock, Vermilion Cliffs National Monument is a sherbet-colored dream world
filled with fantastical rock formations like The Wave, White Pockets, and Buckskin Gulch.

Pena Mountain   Leave a comment

Pena Mountain (Vermillion Cliffs National Monument) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The land is like poetry:
it is inexplicably coherent,
it is transcendent in its meaning,
and it has the power to elevate
a consideration of human life.”

 
— Barry Lopez
 

 

Capitol Reef Snapshot   1 comment

Capitol Reef National Park (06/12/14) — Image by kenne

The universe carved
A statue sculpted by time
Beauty without eyes.

— kenne

Tourist In Other People’s Reality   Leave a comment

OtherPeoplesReality-2-72Tourist In Other People’s Reality (1974) — a caricature of kenne

In 1974 an artist friend I worked with at a publishing company drew this caricature of me trying to include all the things he felt identified with me. For a long time, it hung on the wall in my office(s). One day I used a sharpy and wrote on the glass of the framed poster, “I’m a tourist in other people’s reality,” which sums up my life. I borrowed the line from Susan Sontag’s book (On Photography), “The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality, and eventually in one’s own.” 

— kenne

Pinned on the wall in the drawing is the Edmund Burke quote:

“No men can act with effect who do not act in concert;
no men can act in concert who do not act with confidence;
no men can act with confidence who are not bound together
with common opinions, common affections, and common interests.”

 

Sabino Canyon Nature Program For Elementary School Students   Leave a comment

One of the subjects we teach is geology, how the Santa Catalina Mountains were
formed, and the importance of water in the formation of Sabino Canyon. Twelve
million years ago, the Santa Catalina Mountains were just a range of hills, but the
earth’s crust in western North America was being stretched. What resulted were
huge blocks with steep vaults forming an up-and-down landscape called the
Basin and Range Province. 

Kenne & 3rd Grade Students-72Naturalist, Kenne Turner with 3rd Grade Students (Sabino Canyon Dam Area)
— Images by Teacher

Sabino Canyon is composed of a hard metamorphic rock called “Catalina gneiss.”
Gneiss contains rock and five minerals; quartz, mica, feldspar, magnetite, and garnets.
Over time water and earthquakes have eroded the gneiss rock carrying smaller rocks
and minerals down streams like Sabino Creek. The minerals are deposited along the
creek edges, which created a natural laboratory to learn about the minerals by panning
for garnets. Need I say, kids love panning for garnets.    

Kenne&3rd Grade Students-72Students panning for garnets in Sabino Creek.

“For many Tucsonans, the canyon is an old friend. We are on a first-name basis.
On a sunny weekend morning, we say, simply, “Let’s go to Sabino.

— from Sabino Canyon: The Life of a Southwestern Oasis by David Wentworth Lazaroff

Isla del Sol, Lake Titicaca (Part-One Of A Three-Part Series)   Leave a comment

BoliviaIsla del Sol, Lake Titicaca Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In the fifteenth century, the Incas invaded the island taking control of its people at the time. Like a lot of conquerors, they created a story of Incan lore. Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun) is both the birthplace of their revered Sun God and the world’s first two Incas; Manco Capac and Mama Ocllo (the Adam and Eve of the Andes) in an attempt to not only justify their reign, but to identify themselves with the pre-existing Tiwanaku civilization whom they considered to be a great source of religious and ideological identity. This image is my attempt to capture the spirit of the Incan lore. 

Isla del Sol-3-72.jpgWalking to the boat dock.

The only way to get to Isla del Sol is via the glimmering waters of Lake Titicaca. Michael had arranged for a boat (a captain and his daughter) to take us to lunch in the Comunidad Yumani on the south side of the Isla del Sol.

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Because of an ongoing dispute between two local communities (Comunidades Challapama and Challa) has seen the north side of the island become off-limits to foreign and domestic tourists since February 2017. The bitter feud began when the Challa community, who live roughly in the center of the island, built a series of guesthouses near a northern Inca ruin to try and earn a slice of the tourism pie. The Challapama believed the new buildings broke one of Bolivia’s laws, which relate to construction work within a certain distance of sacred sites. After an unsuccessful attempt to appeal through bureaucratic means, the folks of Challapampa decided to resolve the matter vigilante-style by blowing the guesthouses to smithereens with a dose of dynamite. The stand-off remains.

Isla del Sol-7-72.jpgLeaving Copacabana

Isla del Sol-5-72.jpgTom, Ty and Michael

On the boat ride, we spent most of the time drinking Singani and Altbier and resulting in drinking conversations.

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The terrace landscape reflects the Inca influence on the Lake Titicaca agriculture.

BoliviaImages and Video by kenne (This Is Part-One of a Three-Part Series on Isla del Sol)

— kenne

 

Deserts Come and Deserts Go   Leave a comment

Red Rock Country Panorama (1 of 1)-72Three Image Merge (Sedona, Arizona) — Panorama by kenne

Deserts Come and Deserts Go

Is it a desert, only time will tell,
a landscape between heaven and hell.
Every ten thousand years or so,
the ice will come, the ice then will go.

In one place the ocean throws water across the land,
another place flowers beyond numbers to count grow.
In time, only a desert will tell,
the span between heaven and hell.

— Phillip Camitses

 

Laid-Back at Delicate Arch   Leave a comment

delicate-arch-panorama-blogLaid-Back at Delicate Arch, Arches National Park (June 12, 2014) — Panorama Image by kenne

Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.

— Albert Camus

When is a Tree Not a Tree?   2 comments

Wave Tree (1 of 1) B&W blogVermilion Cliffs National Monument In Northern Arizona — Image by kenne

Take a leaf off a tree. Is it still a tree?
Take a sin­gle twig off a tree. Is it still a tree?
Remove an entire branch from a tree. Is it still a tree?
Take off half of the branches. Is it still a tree?
Cut down the whole tree, leav­ing only the stump. Is it still a tree?
Many peo­ple would say no, it is no longer a tree,
though the roots may still be in the ground.
Well, where did the tree go?
Removing a leaf, it remains a tree,
but not by remov­ing all of the branches and the trunk?

In the real world, there aren’t any things as we com­monly think of them.
A ‘thing’ as we refer to it is only a noun. A noun is merely an idea, a men­tal con­struct.
These ‘things’ exist only in our minds. There is no tree, there is only the idea of a tree.

—Anonymous

Hoodoo Pinnacles   Leave a comment

Catalina Highway July 2012 Hoodoos blogView of Hoodoos and the Rincon Mountains along the Catalina Highway — Panorama by kenne

Hoodoo pinnacles

Scenic diversity charm

Rocks stacked over time.

— kenne

Two Nuns at The Chapel of The Holy Cross   2 comments

Chapel of the Holy Cross (1 of 1)-2 Two Nuns blogTwo Nuns Red Rock Formation at The Chapel of The Holy Cross, Sedona, Arizona (June 14, 2016) — Image by kenne

Two Red Rock Nuns

Looking at the two red rock pillars
with shades of red forming lines
shaded by the late afternoon sun.

The hump-backed moon rises
over the nuns distorted faces —
smeared red lips not desiring.

Centuries of decay at their feet
delivered by tears of benevolence
a token of good will everlasting.

A sky so blue, not to be bought
by any painter at any human price —
isn’t that, after all, left to the gods.

— kenne

 

Grand Canyon Panoramas #2   1 comment

Grand Canyon Panorama (1 of 1)-5 blog

Grand Canyon Panorama (1 of 1)-4 blogGrand Canyon Panoramas #2 — Images by kenne

“The Earth is Art, The Photographer is only a Witness ”

— Yann Arthus-Bertrand, Earth from Above

Sedona Red Rock Country Panorama #2   Leave a comment

Red Rock Panorama (1 of 1)-4 blogSedona Red Rock Country Panorama #2 (June 14, 2016)– Image by kenne

Blue afternoon sky

Against the red rocks of earth

Beautiful picture.

— kenne

Geological Strata   2 comments

Layer Mountains (1 of 1) blogGeological Strata Along US 50 In Nevada (Loving the contrast!) — Image by kenne

“What counts is to be in the world, the posture is immaterial, so long as one is on earth.
To breathe is all that is required, there is no obligation to ramble, or receive company,
you may even believe yourself dead on condition you make no bones about it,
what more liberal regimen could be imagined, I don’t know, I don’t imagine.
No pomt under such circumstances in saying I am somewhere else, someone else,
such as I am I have all I need to hand, for to do what, I don’t know, all I have to do,
there I am on my own again at last, what a relief that must be. Yes, there are moments,
like this moment, when I seem almost restored to the feasible. Then it goes, all goes,
and I’m far again, with a far story again, I wait for me afar for my story to begin, to end,
and again this voice cannot be mine. That’s where I’d go, if I could go,
that’s who I’d be, if I could be.”

–from Texts for Nothing by Samuel Beckett

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