Brittlebush In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Morning rains welcomed
Here in the Tucson desert
Moving on midday.
— kenne
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Morning rains welcomed
A Flycatcher That Prefers Mistletoe Berries Leave a comment
Female Phainopepla — Photo-Artistry by kenne
There She Was
There she was,
Gazing at me
Wondering why
I look so funny.
There she was,
On her perch
An ocotillo branch
Sharing the gray.
There she was
A little red
In her eye
Continuing to gaze.
There she was
As I wonder why
The ocotillo
Not mesquite.
There she was
Flycatcher by name
Preferring the berries
Of desert mistletoe.
There she was
Not gazing at me
Turning her eye
To mistletoe berries.
There she was
In the desert winter
No insects
For this flycatcher.
There she was
Where there are
Berries abundant
For a misnamed bird.
There she was
Until the days
Grew hot
In the desert sun.
Now she’s gone
To the mountains
In search of a
New berry source.
— kenne
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Sunflower From The Past — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Image by kenne (January 15, 2010)
“It was the spring of 1968 and I had taken a week off to join college friends in Daytona Beach, Florida. Our sunburns had not yet turned to tans and we had barely finished the first of several cases of Old Milwaukee beer (with pull tops, a recent innovation) when President Johnson shocked the nation by announcing that he would not seek another term. The Vietnam War had worn him down — and out.
And then four evenings later there was a commotion.
“They killed the nigger! The nigger’s dead!” cried a group of drunken college students as they danced and whooped in the parking lot of the motel adjacent to ours. “They killed the nigger!”
My Old Milwaukee high evaporated in a flash. We turned on the television. Dr. King had been gunned down at a Memphis motel. I wanted to hurt those students. I wanted to throw up.
We drove north the next morning. As we approached Washington, there were huge black clouds of smoke over the city. We overtook a convoy of troop carriers filled with National Guardsmen, rifles slung over their shoulders. The riots following Dr. King’s murder were well underway, and the New York Avenue corridor of tenements, flophouses, liquor stores and churches in Northwest Washington was in flames. It was hard to drive around the city in those days, but we found a detour.
The rioting spread, and the next night. I was again in newspaper reporter’s mufti and took my Daytona tan down to The Valley, a poor neighborhood in Wilmington, Delaware where young blacks were skirmishing with the city police and National Guard. There were fires and intermittent gunfire from snipers atop the row houses. At one point a bullet whizzed over my head. Yes, just like in the movies.
I was still shaking when I got back to my apartment the next morning. I cried over the inhumanity of my fellow man, for my black friends and for Dr. King.”
— from “Remembering Dr. King & The Never Ending Struggle For Civil Rights” by Shaun Mullen (January 16, 2012)
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Cedar Waxwings — Photo-artistry by kenne
And the first one said
To the second one there
I hope you’re having fun
Band on the run,
Band on the run.
— from Band on the Run by Paul McCartney
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Hanging Art Work — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Walking by the booth
Colorful spinning artwork
Just walking on by.
— kenne
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Tucson Skyline — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Tucson valley
Where blue skies cover the earth
Mountains on all sides.
— kenne
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Mission San José de Tumacácori Visitor Center Entrance — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Lower Pima Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
This canyon is an entrance
from the city to the wilderness
where I have emerged longing
for a life different yet familiar
and pleasing surrounded by
the shadows of darkness.
— kenne
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. . . bastard angel Leave a comment
Photo-Artistry by kenne
The man looks out
from the angel inside
knowing he will doubt
the angel with pride.
The angel returns a smile
at the man’s constraint
seeing an uncertain child
not the faith of a saint.
— kenne
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Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Look,
There’s a spider.
A good year for spiders
Or so and so seems,
Incessantly weaving
Such gossamer schemes.”
— from Ken Nordine’s – A Good Year For Spiders
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Self-portrait with a picture of Katie on the Wall (Approximately 1979)
“No one can tell what goes on in between
the person you were and the person you become.
No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell.
There are no maps of the change.
You just come out the other side.
Or you don’t.”
— Stephen King; The Stand
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Cooper’s Hawk (Sabino Canyon Recreational Area) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A swift predator
In Sabino Canyon skies
Visitors delight.
— kenne
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Abandoned In The Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Stripped of its value
Kicked, shoot at, and abandoned
As Sonoran junk.
— kenne
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Spine-tipped Dancer Damselfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Well there ain’t nothin’ wrong with the way she moves,
All scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there’s nothing wrong with the look that’s in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by.”
— from Scarlet Begonias by Jerry Garcia / Robert Hunter of the Grateful Dead
