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Duskywing Butterfly — No Words   1 comment

Duskywing Butterfly — Image by kenne

Greater Roadrunner   Leave a comment

Greater Roadrunner (Sabino Canyon) — Image by kenne

The desert is human
endeavour’s most fitting graveyard;
 
the slow bleaching,
the gradual eroding into sand,
the heat stifling sound as it leaps into the air.
IT CAN’T HAPPEN HERE. But it always does.
 
— from Roadrunners by André Naffis-Sahely

On The Shores of Lake Mescalero   Leave a comment

On The Shores of Lake Mescalero (Inn of the Mountain Gods, Mescalero, New Mexico) — Panorama Image by kenne

We were standing
Standing by peaceful waters
Standing by peaceful waters
Whoa, ah-oh, ah-oh
Whoa, ah-oh, ah-oh
 
Whoa, ah-oh, ah-oh
Peaceful waters
Standing by peaceful waters
Aah, baby
We gotta go now
 
— from Lake Marie by John Prine
 

Butterfly On Wooden Boat   Leave a comment

Butterfly On Wooden Boat — HDR Image by kenne

I dreamed I was a butterfly,

flitting around in the sky; then I awoke.

Now I wonder: Am I a man

who dreamt of being a butterfly,

or am I a butterfly

dreaming that I am a man?

— Chuang Tzu

Northern Mockingbird   1 comment

Northern Mockingbird in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

One of the most familiar birds in the Sonoran Desert is the Northern Mockingbird. They hunt insects and spiders eat a wide variety of fruits;
berries of lantana and pyracantha are mainstays. Males and females have similar plumage: nearly uniform gray except for long dark tail
and white patch in open wing. Males are the singers that often practice all night long on a concatenation of bird songs borrowed
from a variety of other bird species. Three plants in particular produce fruit attractive to mocking birds: Desert Mistletoe,
Fremont Thornbush, and Desert Hackberry.

Phainopepla Art   1 comment

Phainopepla — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Bird perched on a limb

A shadow against the sky

Art in black and white.

— kenne

Fall In The Sonoran Desert — No Words   Leave a comment

Fall In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne

A Follow-up To November 13, 2021 Posting   1 comment

The November 13th posting, “Chevy Bel Air Taillight Art” took me back to a June 1, 2009 posting, “We Have Lost Another Piece of The Pie.”

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We Have Lost Another Piece of The Pie

“. . . bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys
were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, ‘this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.'”

In the Don McLean song, “American Pie,” he wrote about “the day the music died,” referencing the 1959 plane crash causing the deaths of Budd Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper. Now it’s the Chevy’s (GM) turn to test destiny.

These were also the days when “See the USA in your Chevrolet” rang through the head of many a young boy, such as I. The first car that made me aware that I was hooked on cars was my grandfather’s 1945 Chevy. My first car was a 1950 Chevy, followed by a 1953. Emotions are the makings of the human experience. What would life be without feelings, without passions, whether short-lived, or life-long?

A part of me has always been a “car guy,” struggling with the other me (like a marriage), resulting in an intense love affair to this day. As with all relationships, the thrill of driving is about closing the gap. Connecting with a car is not about becoming one but about maintaining identity while always seeking to close the gap. Even though the evidence that GM would file for bankruptcy has been apparent for some time, today’s formal filing still came as a shock. Chevy and GM will live on, but an age has died – another piece of the American pie. Now we are singing:

“. . . bye-bye, Miss American Pie
GM drove to the Feds
But the Feds exposed their lie.
And them good old boys were still
Drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“This’ll be the day that I die.”

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We Have Lost Another Piece of The Pie. As Michael Moore recently wrote, “It is with sad irony that the company which invented “planned obsolescence” — the decision to build cars that would fall apart after a few years so that the customer would then have to buy a new one — has now made itself obsolete.” For the “car guy” in me, I experienced a real blow to my psyche. The pragmatic me is saying, “it’s about time!”

The “car guy” would now like to share a couple of blog posts over the last couple of years:

Soul of a Car

Signs of age
Tell the story
Miles on the gauge
Count the glory

Now at rest
In the shade
Once the best
Of the fifties decade

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There is a key
Only to a past
Now rest free
At long last

A rusty door
A broken fan blade
Longing for more
Feeling only frayed

Having a heart
A few remaining horses
Seeking a start
From special forces

Old cars can rust
But never the soul
Covered with dust
Stuck in cruise control

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Moving On…

How do you measure the worth of a “driving machine?”
Miles? Miles per hour? Drive-ability? Reliability?
Attractiveness? Safety? Maybe all these.

But the real worth of the 318i that I bought, September 1983,
and sold, September 2007 can only be measured by those
intangibles by which we measure passion.

It is not my nature to dwell on the past, but parting with something
that was an extension of my very being was not easy. If there is one
image that reflects more than a third of my life, it was this little BMW.

…the road always calls.

— kenne

Let’s Dance, Grandma   2 comments

“Let’s Dance, Grandma” — James and Joy (October 2, 2021)

Albert’s Squirrel   Leave a comment

Albert’s Squirrel (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne

Abert’s squirrels live, nest, feed, and seek refuge from enemies mostly in
Ponderosa pine forests, but also can be found in mixed coniferous forests
where they are likely to have been introduced by humans.

All Abert’s squirrels have prominent ear tufts and long, bushy tails.
During the winter, ear tassels measure about an inch in length
(thus the nickname, “tassel eared squirrel”) but become shorter in summer.

 

Sisters — One of My Favorite Pictures   3 comments

Sisters, Jeri and Joy (January 4, 2007) — Image by kenne

 “Acquaintances were always on their best behavior,

but sisters loved each other enough to say anything.”

— Lauren Weisberger

Aspen Draw Fall Colors   Leave a comment

Aspen Draw Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

You should always know when

you’re shifting gears in life.

You should leave your era,

it should never leave you.

— Leontyne Price

 

Red Rock Skimmer   Leave a comment

Red Rock Skimmer (October 28, 2021) — Image by kenne

On a cool morning

Sunning on a concrete bridge

Near Sabino Creek.

— kenne

Western Diamondback On The Defence   1 comment

Western Diamondback Rattlesnake On The Defence — Image by kenne

With desert temperatures in the upper 40s at night and low 80s during the day,
it’s not uncommon to see these guys along the trail getting some sun
before moving on as they look for food.
This guy was a little bothered as we approached.
However, he was kind enough to let us know. 

— kenne

Sacred Datura Flower   Leave a comment

Sacred Datura Flower — Image by kenne

Witches and sorcerers cultivated plants with the power to “cast spells” — in our vocabulary, “psychoactive” plants.
Their potion recipes called for such things as datura, opium poppies, belladona, hashish, fly-agaric mushrooms (Amanita muscaria),
and the skin of toads (which can contain DMT, a powerful hallucinogen). These ingredients would be combined in a hempseed-oil-based
“flying ointment” that the witches would then administer vaginally using a special dildo. This was the “broomstick”
by which these women were said to travel.

— Michael Pollan

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