Lady Bikers at an Ice House in East Texas in a “Show Us Your Tits” Contest — Computer Art by kenne
The Perfect Trilogy
On a hot Sunday we ride a twisting two-lane highway to a Texas Ice House Near Cut & Shoot where the beer and blues music releases bikers inner desires listening to “My Baby Don’t Wear No Panties” fueled by women showing their tits — blues, beer, and tits, the perfect trilogy.
View of Tucson from the Box Camp Trail on Mt. Lemmon (Click here to see more hiking the Box Camp Trail photos.) — Images by kenne
The ground we walk on,
the plants and creatures,
the clouds above
constantly dissolving
into new formations –
each gift of nature
possessing its own
radiant energy,
bound together by
cosmic harmony.
“Lovin’ Those Mixed Up Spirits In The Moonlight” — Image by kenne
Mixed Up Spirits In The Moonlight
In all my years of working I knew there was more to life than making money. It was all about a “love of life,” of doing things with and for others.
The more things I did, the more I was pulled in different directions
by obligations, responsibilities and desires — being “mixed up” was a way of life,
like a spirit in the night.
My experiences became the ingredients I gathered in my love of life — including the “wild times” I may have pushed into life’s backrooms, and closed the doors.
Often, music and poetry have a way of opening those doors
in the spirit in the night — like Springsteen’s
“Spirit in the Night:”
“Me and Crazy Janey was makin’ love in the dirt singin’ our birthday songs.”
His words bring back those feelings of the fire once there. “Crazy Janey” and her
“Mission Man,” something right
out of the past — “She felt so nice, just as soft as a spirit in the night (all night).”
Salt River Fields at Talking Stick, Scottsdale, Arizona (Rockies vs. Brewers) — Images by kenne
“I see great things in baseball.” – Walt Whitman
“. . ., spring training is not really baseball. It’s imitation baseball. It’s a bunch of people doing impressions of baseball. It’s that way in the stands, too. Hohokam Park in Mesa, Arizona, is a little Wrigley Field, with lots of blue caps, knots of people from Chicago’s near north side (there are Soba noodles available for them) and Arlington Heights and Des Moines (fried pork loin sandwiches are available for them), like members of some university club in a distant city, all reliving moments displaced not so much in time as in place. Even Ronnie Woo is there, the legendary and ageless Cubs fan dressed in blue pinstripes and warming up his “Cubs woo!” cry for the coming season.” — from “Letter from Spring Training (Mesa, Arizona)” by Peter Ferry
Afternoon Delight — Image by kenne
Lady Bikers at an Ice House in East Texas in a “Show Us Your Tits” Contest — Computer Art by kenne
Past Shadows — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Welcome Lady Rider — Image by kenne
“Bareass” — Image #9″ by kenne
View of Tucson from the Box Camp Trail on Mt. Lemmon (
“Lovin’ Those Mixed Up Spirits In The Moonlight” — Image by kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 