Archive for the ‘Mexico’ Category
Sea of Cortez Sunset (02/11/16) — Image by kenne
3/12/86/ #3 I asked my dad why he didn’t worship Ricky Ricardo,
who was Latin, instead of Ward Cleaver who was white.
Because Ricky Ricardo is not Mexican. He’s Cuban.
But Ward Cleaver’s not Mexican.
No, but he’s not Cuban.
And that was that.
— from the Aztec love god by Tony Diaz
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Nogales Marketplace Shadows — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Handmade crafts in dark passageways
Damn me not I make a better fool
Just killing time, not looking to buy
In the tourists’ area of Nogales, Sonora
Where a horde of voices and unwed girls
Keep trying to get my attention as I
Think about a poem I will never write
Of delight that binds us from birth to death.
— kenne
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Shopping in Nogales — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A walk through the shops
You can find most anything
Very organic.
— kenne
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Audrey (July 2019) — Image by kenne
“Do stuff.
Be clenched, curious.
Not waiting for inspiration’s shove
or society’s kiss on your forehead.
Pay attention.
It’s all about paying attention.
Attention is vitality.
It connects you with others.
It makes you eager. stay eager.”
― Susan Sontag
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Puerto Penasco Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Earth
We walk on
an unsilvered
mirror,
a crystal surface
without clouds.
If lilies would grow
backwards,
if roses would grow
backwards,
if all those roots
could see the stars
and the dead not close
their eyes,
we would become like swans.
— Federico García Lorca
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Ensenada Bay Sunset (01/07/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The sea,
once it casts its spell,
holds one in its net forever.
— Jacques Cousteau
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“Death” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
His eyes did not close
When he saw the horns near,
But the terrible mothers
Lifted their heads.
And across the ranches
Went a breath of secret voices
By which the herdsmen of the pallid mist
Called to their heavenly bulls.
— from Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias by Federico García Lorca
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Great Tail Grackle (Playa del Carman) — Image by kenne
The grackle’s voice is less than mellow,
His heart is black, his eye is yellow,
He bullies more attractive birds
With hoodlum deeds and vulgar words,
And should a human interfere,
Attacks that human in the rear.
I cannot help but deem the grackle
An ornithological debacle.
— Ogden Nash
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Common Mellana — Image by kenne
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Mexican Agouti — Image by kenne
These guys could be seen all around the grounds of the Playacar Resort running from bush to bush.
— kenne
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After a few days on the beach, the jungle on down the shoreline peaked my interest,
so I left the beach scenery for the jungle scenery.
It wasn’t long before the shoreline became challenging big boulders alone the shore inhabited by a lot of lizards.
(Note the lizard on the near boulder.)



As I climbed over the boulders I kept looking for a path into the jungle.
Finally there was an opening, but not much of a path.
In addition to thick growth and debris, there was a fence adding to my passage into the jungle.
Other than seeing a lot of lizards, my attempt to go into the the jungle on my own was uneventful.
So, I headed back to the beach scene.
— kenne
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Wilson’s Plovers — Playa del Carman, Mexico — Image by kenne
Fly silly sea bird, no dreams can possess you,
no voices can blame you for sun on your wings.
— Joni Mitchell
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Playacar Beach Sunrise — Image by kenne
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