Tucson Mountain’s Cam-Boh Trail   Leave a comment

Looking back in time (March 2011) — kenne

Becoming is Superior to Being

Images by kenne

Because of the near to where we live, most of our hikes have been in the Santa Catalina Mountains. This Monday, we hiked the Cam-Boh trail, which is between the Panther and Safford Peaks in the Tucson Mountains.

If you accept the current theory about the origins of the Tucson Mountains — that they were a volcanic top that rested on top of the granite Santa Catalina Mountains and over millions of years slid 20 mile west leaving the Tucson basin in between – we continue to hike the Santa Catalina Mountains.

The hike is a relatively easy four-mile, two-hour hike. The recent rains made it easy to see the track of bobcats, cougars and deer, however there were no sightings.  During this hike, I spent some time off the main trail in hope of increasing wildlife photos opts.

— kenne

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Posted May 22, 2020 by kenneturner in Information

Birdfeeder   Leave a comment

Birdfeeder-art-72Birdfeeder — Photo-Artistry by kenne

If you don’t like something, change it.

If you can’t change it, change your attitude.

— Maya Angelou

The Ultimate Human Freedom . . .   Leave a comment

Huntington (1 of 1)-3_edit-Edit-1-B&W-72-2“Japanese Garden” (The Huntington, San Marino, California) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Every human has four endowments —
independent will,
and creative imagination.

These give us the ultimate human freedom…
The power to choose, to respond, to change.

— Stephen Covey

Prickly Poppy Poem   Leave a comment

Beauty along the highway. — kenne

Becoming is Superior to Being

Southernwestern Pricklypoppy blog IISouthwestern Prickly Poppy — Images by kenne


On a hot scenic highway

In Arizona’s wine countryside

We talk with little to say

Just a relaxing Saturday ride.


Rain is long overdue

In the mile-high rolling grassland

Soon we will stop for a brew

Under a slow turning saloon fan.


Spring flowers now long gone

Still, one blooms along roadsides

Knowing how to hold on

Becoming our desert road guide.


Wrinkled crêpe paper petals

Leaves covered with sharp spines

This prickly poppy can be a devil

Of herbal medicine in this land of wine.

— kenne

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Posted May 21, 2020 by kenneturner in Information

Ken & Mary’s Blues Project — A Flashback   Leave a comment

Ken & Mary's Blues Project-72Ken & Mary’s Blues Project (11/16/09) — Photo-Artistry by kenne


He Plays To His Shadow   2 comments

Tombstone & Bisbee May 18 2012He Plays To His Shadow (Afternoon Drinks On the Copper Queen Saloon Balcony)
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

On A Bisbee Afternoon

he plays to his shadow
devotedly on his violin
nobody listens
love torturing itself
to rise above conversations
lost in discontent
limits of self-expression
a saloon window reflection

there is no tragedy
on the Queen’s saloon balcony
the smell of lavender
lingers from the ghosts
of the hotel whores
who are not indifferent
listening to classical strings
becoming a delightful moan

— kenne

Greater Roadrunner — Listen!   1 comment

Greater Roadrunner-Edit-1-art-Edit-1-72Greater Roadrunner Photo-Artistry by kenne

The gravel verge bears a walker:
I hear chewing of shredded wheat.
Birds call from dawn to sundown:
tedious mourning dove blues, 
cactus wren’s grinding starter,
darting quail high notes: Uh-huh-Uh huh,
Hey-you! alert – the thrasher arrives.
Our homes hum tones tiny to tremendous; 
stretched and still in darkness,
I seek their source, finding some
in the pestling of brain, bones, molars.
Attending too, to unfulfilled utterances:
hesitations, head dips, hand flutters,
the staccato of unsettled eyes and breath:
these voiceless notes of soul speak
of love or loss or the deep water strokes
of living without answers. 
Listen! poem (c)2020 Deborah Chappa
(Used by Permission)
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