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All Tangled Up In Barbed Wire   Leave a comment

All Tangled Up In Barbed Wire — Image by kenne

I don’t know, why I don’t
Put it out baby
We kiss and the flames
Just get higher
But yeah I know
When I hold onto you baby
I’m all tangled up in barbed wire
I get burned, I don’t learn
I’ll be back, give it time
Yeah, I know it sounds crazy
But guess I like playing with fire

— from Playing with Fire by Thomas Rhett

 

The Sandhill Cranes Have Headed North   2 comments

The Sandhill Cranes Have Headed North — Images by kenne

Cranes flying north

To their northern breeding grounds

White-winged doves return.

— kenne

White-winged Dove — Image by kenne

On The Streets Of Bisbee   3 comments

On The Streets Of Bisbee Arizona — HDR Image by kenne

an old mining town

with a new town attitude

attracting tourists

— kenne

Fire Above The Canyon   Leave a comment

The Big Horn Fire Above Sabino Canyon, June 2020 — Photo-Artistry by kenne

. . . In remembrance of last year’s Big Horn Fire in the Santa Catalina Mountains.

Raven At Cienega Creek — Photo Essay   3 comments

Raven At Cienega Creek — Photo Essay by kenne

Marine Blue Butterfly On Algae Scum   4 comments

Marine Blue Butterfly On Blue-Green Algae Scum (Cienega Creek) — Image by kenne

In our recent walk along Cienega Creek, much of the creek’s surface water has begun to dry up, leaving behind pools
of water perfect for the buildup of blue-green scum. We noticed a marine blue butterfly flying over one of the pools,
suddenly landing a leaf floating on top of the scum.

— kenne

Where Are We?   Leave a comment

Where Are We? (Doubtful Canyon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

One hazel lost a leaf of gold
From a tuft at the tip, when the first voice told
The other he wished to know what ’twould be
To be sixty by this same post. “You shall see,”
He laughed—and I had to join his laughter—
“You shall see; but either before or after,
Whatever happens, it must befall,
A mouthful of earth to remedy all
Regrets and wishes shall freely be given;
And if there be a flaw in that heaven
’Twill be freedom to wish, and your wish may be
To be here or anywhere talking to me,
No matter what the weather, on earth,
At any age between death and birth,
To see what day or night can be,
The sun and the frost, the land and the sea,
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring,—
With a poor man of any sort, down to a king,
Standing upright out in the air
Wondering where he shall journey, O where?”
 
— from The Sign-Post by Edward Thomas
 

No Passage   Leave a comment

No Passage (Doubtfull Pass In Doubtfull Canyon)– Image by kenne

At one time

a stagecoach route.

Now, no passage 

without a key —

private property,

keep out,

no hunting,

call this number —

really, out in the 

middle of nowhere.

— kenne

 

Twisted Wire In Doubtful Canyon   Leave a comment

Twisted Wire In Doubtful Canyon — Image by kenne

Southwest Ridge
 
When the sun rises over the mountains,
the air is still cool,
                   meaning that by the end of the day,
                                          when the sun has crossed
                         the main ridge and gives light to
                                    the other side the air is hot
                                                             ­    and dry.
                   This means that trees growing on the
                                         northeast face of any given
                         mountains flourish, while the southwest face
                                                        is generally left barren-

              there are, however, always a few brave
                                    tufts of foliage
                         who dare to challenge the
                                                       infernal heat
                                        and survive.

                                                       ­                                      so too,
                                                            ­                        with people.

— JC Lucas

Birds Flying, An Abstract   Leave a comment

Birds Flying, an Abstract — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Snowbirds

The big birds feel

it in their feathers

nature’s call

to start the long

flight to their

northern home

having spent

winter near shallow

desert waters.

— kenne

Peloncillo Mountains   1 comment

Doubtful Pass In The Peloncillo Mountains — Image by kenne

The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality, and eventually in one’s own.

— Susan Sontag

 

Sandhill Cranes   2 comments

Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Drew (McNeal, Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Every man is his own Pygmalion,
and spends his life fashioning himself.
And in fashioning himself, for good or ill,
he fashions the human race and its future.

–I. F. Stone

Sandhill Cranes At Whitewater Drew   1 comment

Sandhill Cranes At Whitewater Drew In Southeast Arizona — Images by kenne
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Doubtful Canyon Abstract   1 comment

Doubtful Canyon — Abstract by kenne

 

Sky above
Earth below
Peace within

Following The Old Stagecoach Route Though Doubtful Canyon   7 comments

Doubtful Canyon Ranch — Image by kenne

Today ranches exist along the narrow privative road through Doubtful Canyon.
In the 1860’s the Butterfield Overland Stage route went through the canyon.

Apache Raiders made passage through the canyon very ‘DOUBTFUL!’
In April 1861 the Giddings’ Party was ambush near Steins Peak stagecoach station.
Cochise and his Apaches killed nine men, but reserved the worst torture for those captured alive.  

Doubtful Canyon Ranch

In 2012, Tom, Steve, and I decided to follow the old stagecoach route through Doubtful Canyon, which we began in the small ranch town of San Simon. Once making it through the canyon, we planned to stay overnight in Lordsburg, New Mexico.
The old road, now used primarily by area ranchers, is very premature. There were some places. 
The road was so narrow that you could not pass through without the bushes scraping the sides of the truck.
Still, other places were wide-open rangeland having only an occasional gate we would have to stop and open.

Our goal was to find the Giddings Grave Marker, which was marked on our maps. We also knew the location was on the lowest northwest slope of Steins Peak. Even though we scattered out, crisscrossing the area, we were not able to find the marker. Here’s a picture of the area where the grave sits, which I found on the Internet.

John Giddings Marker

Doubtful Canyon Panorama

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