Tumacácori National Historical Park — Images by kenne (Click On Any Image To See Slide Show.)
– Alan Watts
Hut In Southern Arizona — Image by kenne
Homeless;
– Down by the muddy Mississippi
Skinny as a rail,
Sleeping under the old Eads bridge
Feeling low, dirty, and frail –
Homeless;
– With less than two coins
In both pockets,
Empty eyes
Look through sunken sockets –
Homeless;
– So many people walk right on by
I wonder how many care,
They all keep moving
Even though they stare –
Homeless;
– Lost a job
Lost a home,
Lost a family
Lost all hope –
Homeless;
– Where will I go from here
What should I do,
I’m so thankful when the weather’s fair
And the skies are blue –
Homeless;
– Don’t know the day nor season
And, yea, it sure gets cold at night,
I’ve got an old sleeping bag
I’ll be alright –
Homeless;
– There’s so many of us out here
Without a home,
Even so
I feel so very alone –
Homeless;
– It’s a tough situation
Not pretty, just true,
And at any time
It could happen to you –
Homeless;
– Hey buddy…
Could you spare a dime,
And say a prayer for us
… sometime –
– I’m just homeless, not less human…
— Smoky Hoss
Green Heron — Image by kenne
— kenne
Fall Landscape — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Thomas Moore
Cattle In The Dusty West — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Once beautiful desert grassland,
Now destroyed by overgrazing
On land unable to sustain
The native desert environment
Draining the groundwater levels in a
World of “pay me now, or pay me later.”
— kenne
American Snout Butterfly — Image by kenne
— Alan W. Watts
Tumacácori (September 27, 2019)– Image by kenne
“As Jesuit Eusebio Francisco Kino and his party approached the O’odham (or Pima) settlement of Tumacácori in January 1691, they rode the wave of a century of expansion northward along New Spain’s west coast corridor. The Jesuits had performed tens of thousands of baptisms and also become the region’s most powerful social and economic force. But the tide carried them no farther north than the Pimería Alta, home of the upper Piman Indians.” — Read more . . .
Panorama of the Santa Catalina Mountains from the Sweetwater Trail in the Tucson Mountains (March 15, 2019)
— Images by kenne
— kenne
Cattle Watering Hole In Southern Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Once beautiful desert grassland,
Now destroyed by cattle raising
On land unable to sustain
The native desert environment
Draining the groundwater levels in a
World of “pay me now, or pay me later.”
— kenne
White Rose Shades A Tear Before #MeToo Came To Be — Image by kenne
Image by kenne
Insolation Controls in the Age of Anthropocene
(Understanding Global Warming for Nonbelievers)
anthropocene
newly coined
unknown to
joe the Plumber
a new human
condition
argued as
invalid
only to be
based
on the invalid
alignment of
insolations
maxima and minima
questioning the new
condition
of our condition
— kenne
Canyon Rim Sunlight — Image by kenne
— kenne
Rocks & Saguaros — Image by kenne
Stacks of Rocks — Computer Painting by kenne
The saguaro cactus is the largest cactus in the U.S. and is almost completely restricted to southern Arizona and western Sonora. These giants of the Sonoran Desert are very slow growers taking 10 years to attain 1 1/2 inches in height and 30 years to reach a height of 2 feet. However, if planted in a suitable climate and watered regularly, saguaros can reach flowering size in 15 years.
Saguaros may begin to grow arms between 50 and 100 years of age. The growth of arms is random, number and location are not meant to better balance the plant.
Saguaros arrived in the Tucson area approximately 8,000 years ago. Humans have been living here longer than the saguaros.
— kenne
Catalina State Park — Image by kenne
— from The Honest Man’s Fortune by John Fletcher
“Sonoran Heat” — Computer Painting by kenne
The Path of Dreams
There were no trails where I walk.
I walk the desert, poor and broke
thinking of family in Mexico.
Continuing north, I make a path
around the cactus and desert brush.
The sun, still low in the east,
temperature now rising faster
than the morning sun.
Low in water, I find an
old mesquite tree to rest
in its shade until late afternoon.
Then, I will continue following
the path of my dreams —
carefully watching for
green and white trucks.
— kenne
