Evening Solitude   Leave a comment

Patio August 2010Evening Solitude — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Only that which does not teach,
Which does not cry out,
Which does not persuade,
Which does not condescend,
Which does not explain,
Is irresistible.

— W. B. Yeats

2019.10.20: kingdom come   Leave a comment

Longing For Water

the cry of the poor  
reaches the ears of heaven  
when will we respond?

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Posted October 20, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

Sonoran Desert Tortoise   Leave a comment

Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.

— James Bryant Conant

desert tortoise (1 of 1) blogSonoran Desert Tortoise (Sabino Canyon) — Image by kenne

The Sonoran Desert Tortoise is a large terrestrial turtle with a rough, keelless carapace that is gray to orange-brown, the plastron is not hinged, the hind limbs are elephantine, the front feet are shovel-like, and a prominent median projection extends forward from the front of the plastron (gular shield). For more than three decades, the Sonoran Desert Tortoise has been the subject of considerable conservation planning and action, much of which was adapted from conservation of the Mojave Desert Tortoise (Gopherus agassizii), a species listed as threatened under the federal Endangered Species Act. 

In 2010, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service determined that the Sonoran Desert Tortoise warranted listing as a threatened or endangered species.  Since that time it has been a candidate for listing under the Endangered Species Act. (Source: Tucson Herpetological Society)

Seeking Your Place As The Truth   Leave a comment

A Reblog from six years ago. — kenne

Becoming is Superior to Being

Willow Springs Ranch-0008 art blog“Psychedelic Outlaw” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“In the Land of the Moneygrubbers,
the curtain rises on a single speaker,
out of nowhere, accompanied
by the Abso-Lute.”

On your journey down to New Mexico

you probably passed through the Raton,

moving from the Great Plains

of Hidatsa, Mandan and Shoshone in your old car,

wearing that round, wide-brim, black leather hat

you sometimes wore with aviator sunglasses

before Stevie Ray Vaughn ever wore them, or was even born,

on your way from Black Mountain to the Gran Apacheria

like a sacred white buffalo covered in a cloak of invisibility,

a buckskin Ghost Danced shirt from a Lakota or Cheyenne shaman

painted with the story of your life.

Slinger, I know your aim

was always true, your truth always aimed.

Like the Poet, your Eye and Poetic I,

you know the only good fascist is a dead fascist,

like the evil Q…

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Posted October 19, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

The Path To His Mountain Place   1 comment

Green Mountain Trail 9-art-72-II.jpgThe Path to His Mountain Place — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The path to Han-shan’s place is laughable,
A path, but no sign of cart or horse.
Converging gorges — hard to trace the twists
Jumbled cliffs — unbelievably rugged.
A thousand grasses bend with dew,
A hill of pines hums in the wind.
And now I’ve lost the shortcut home,
Body asking shadow, how do you keep up?

— Gary Snyder

A Fallen Barrel Cactus   2 comments

Fallen Barrel Cactus-72.jpgBarrel Cactus In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

Laying on its side
Overcome by its own weight
Blooms for the future.

— kenne

How lovely the silence of growing things 🌱   1 comment

Purplerays

” You can and do change with every new experience. You are growing
and learning every moment of every day.”

~ Iyanla Vanzant

Text & image credit: Nabs Sterris/Iyanla Vanzant https://www.facebook.com/DrIyanlaVanzant/

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Posted October 18, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

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