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Back In La Paz   Leave a comment

La Casona Hotel-5-72.jpgLa Casona Hotel

Downtown La Paz-72.jpgDowntown La Paz

La Casona Hotel-3-72.jpgDowntown La Paz

BoliviaDowntown La Paz — Images by kenne

Back In La Paz

An early morning
Streets still damp from a shower
In downtown La Paz.

Our stay will be short
Quick trip to Titicaca
Before flying home.

— kenne

 

Heading Back To Rurrenabaque   Leave a comment

Last Day On The River-5-72.jpgOur Las Day In Madidi National Park — Images by kenne

The balsa wood rafts are pulled onto land and are left for anyone who might want them. Most of the supplies and camping equipment is removed and temporarily stored in the bush to make room for all of us to travel downriver to Rurrenabaque by mid-day. Pedro’s uncle will be left behind but will be picked up later. 

There is still much to do and see before catching our late afternoon flight back to La Paz. 
— kenne
‘Tis Nature’s law
That none, the meanest of created things,
Of forms created the most vile and brute,
The dullest or most noxious, should exist
Divorced from good—a spirit and pulse of good,
A life and soul to every mode of being
Inseparably linked. 
— William Wordsworth

 

 

There’s A Story We Must Tell . . .   Leave a comment

BoliviaTy Instructing Matt How To Flyfish — Image by kenne

There’s a story we must tell . . .
Tom’s fly fishing rods travel with us
Everywhere we went in Bolivia.

The rods are not cheap, so we
made sure one of us always had
them with the carry-on luggage.

As fate would have it,
our river location was not
the best place for fly fishing.

Even so, why travel all this way
and not at least do some casting
over the Tuichi river waters?

Tom readied the rods and reels
for Matt to get some practice
with Ty being his instructor.

As the sun went down where
the Tuichi and Beni rivers merge
they cast over the joining waters.

The moral of the story is:
Never travel with fly fishing rods
without creating a memorial moment.

— kenne

(Click here to see more fly fishing images.)

 

 

Green   Leave a comment

Sweetwater Green Algee-Edit-3-art-72.jpgGreen — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye
Deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between
The hopefull and the damned.

— from Green is the Colour, by Pink Floyd

Twisted Pair   1 comment

BoliviaBrown Darner Dragonfly (Sweetwater Wetlands) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

TWISTER PAIR

Dragonflies abound
in the desert wetlands,
often landing
on cattail blades,
captured by photographers
painted by painters
for sale in shops named
“Cattails and Dragonflies.”

One of life’s
enticing combos,
inspiring poets
and mythmakers
over the relationship
existing by the water
as if it were
an unbreakable bond.

What then of
the dragonfly that
rests its two pair
on a fence
of twisted pair
that separates
the desert from
desert wetlands.

Was this a case
of mistaken identity?
Not likely, with eyes
of a hundred lenses,
so was it a
one-night stand,
brief act infidelity,
or a “middle-age crisis?

  — kenne

Nearing The End Of Our River Journey   Leave a comment

Last Camp Site On The Tuichi River-2-72.jpg

Bolivia

Last Camp Site On The Tuichi River-72.jpgCamp Site On The Tuichi River, Madidi National Park: Last Night — Images by kenne

End of The Journey

In life, some journeys are long
before the destination is reached.
Some may even take a lifetime
with breaks along the way
when we hit rocky ground,
but the end of the journey
is always profound.

— David Harris

 

River Of Memories   Leave a comment

River of Memories-Art-72.jpgRiver of Memories — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Rough and red — the River,
Sometimes bleak and alone,
Not even another lone raft.
Long pole in hand touching bottom
Following the current over rocks
Steering clear of big boulders
Followed by silent moments — 
Spirits enlighten of itself.

— kenne

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