Archive for the ‘Alamos Sonora’ Tag

Hacienda de los Santos Setting Room   2 comments

Hacienda de los Santos Setting Room-art-72Hacienda de los Santos Setting Room — Photo-Artistry by kenne

there was a large vase.
a very special vase
in a very special place.
a very pretty vase
part poetry, part decor.

— kenne

 

“Vida efimera”   Leave a comment

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Hacienda de los Santos Lobby (Alamos, Sonora) — Images by kenne

We came only to sleep, we came only to dream:

it is not true, it is not true that we came to

live on earth.

We came to turn ourselves into springtime grass:

our hearts come to life again, they open their

corollas,

our body is a flower: it gives some flowers and

withers.

— from “Vida efimera” (Ephemeral life)

Alamos Patio — Hacienda de los Santos   Leave a comment

Alamos Patio-72Alamos Patio (Hacienda de los Santos) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We share tequila

A dash of salt and lemon —

Love potion nectar.

— kenne

Alamos Farmers Market   2 comments

Alamos Trip-0462_ B-W art blogAlamos, Sonora Farmers Market — Black & White Image by kenne

A farmers market;
A fun place we can stroll through;
A fruit potpourri.

— kenne

Ronstadt Generations Live at Teri’s Bistro, Alamos, Sonora   Leave a comment

Ronstadt Generations at Teri's Bistro blogRonstadt Generations Live at Teri’s Bistro, Alamos, Sonora (January 26, 2016)
— Images and Video by kenne

(Short Video Clip by kenne)

Alamos Trip-0448 Ronstadt Generations @ Teri's Bistro Blog

Pulled these images and video clip out of my January travel archives in memory of Mike Ronstadt
(August 25, 1953 – August 7, 2016) 

Beyond the shadows, beyond the rain
Beyond the darkness and all the pain
When you’re walkin’ in circles with holes in your shoes
Love is the road that leads beyond the blues

Old man on the corner, he’s been gone for years
And the guitar and the knife blade are rusty with tears
But there’s a song that he left us, we’ll never lose
That love is the road that leads beyond the blues

— from Beyond the Blues by Tom Russell

Mayo Woman   2 comments

Flatbread Woman (1 of 1) art blogMayo Woman Alamos, Sonora– Computer Art by kenne

She had no poems —

learned alone to sing out

our summer sorrows.

— Sonoran Desert Sutras by Luis Alberto Urrea

 

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At The Edge Of Town   1 comment

Edge of Alamos (1 of 1)_art blog“At The Edge Of Town” (Near Alamos, Sonora) — Image by kenne

 

Ronstadt Generations   2 comments

Michael, Alax, Peti (1 of 1) blogRonstadt Generations Sitting On A Park Bench (Michael, Alex and Petie) — Image by kenne

In a park somewhere is Sonora, as we were returning to Tucson from several days in Alamos, I captured a photo as Michael, Alex and Petie set in the midday sun waiting for the motorcoach to be gassed up. I later layered in a guitar creating this Photoshop image. These guys were an important part of our trip to Alamoa, Sonora.

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Hacienda Courtyard (1 of 1) blogOne of the courtyards at Hacienda De Los Santos in Alamos, Sonora — Image by kenne

The Ghosts Of Alamos — Grunge Art   2 comments

Alamos Trip_2016 01 25_1048_grunge art II blogThe Ghosts Of Alamos — Grunge Art by kenne

Ghosts like to hide,
but they are easy to find
you just need to know
where to look —
in your minds eye.

— kenne

Alamos Flowers — A Valentine’s Day Photo Essay   Leave a comment

Alamos Flowers — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images for larger view in a slideshow format.)

Tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes!

— from “Lines Written in Early Spring” by William Wordsworth 

Morning Is Bright — B&W   Leave a comment

Alamos Street (1 of 1) B&W blog.jpgMorning is Bright — B&W Image by kenne

morning
in black and white
listening
to soft jazz

new light and passion
born
in the moment
of eternal morning

releasing negative energies
of past efforts
with the morning sun
my cares pass as

for a moment I am
childlike
in a world
false positives.

— kenne

Black and White by Man In A Room

Rio Sonora   1 comment

Stephanie's Party (1 of 1)-6 blogPetie, Michael and Alex of Ronstadt Generations (January 26, 2016, Alamos, Sonora) — Images by kenne

The was a time in 2014 when the entire Rio Sonora valley was effected by a chemical spill at the Grupo Mexico copper mine in Cananea, The spill caused the closing of 29 wells that provided 95 percent of the population near the Rio Sonora. In addition to cutting off municipal drinking water alone the Rio Sonora, the spill destroyed the dairy industry and farming, killed wildlife and impacted all other aspects of life along the 180 miles of prime riparian habitat.

This ecological disaster inspired Michael Ronstadt to write “Rio Sonora” telling the story of the Sonora river acid spill. On several occasions during our trip to Alamos, Sonora the Ronstadt Generations performed “Rio Sonora” and on one occasion I was able to video it.

Video by kenne

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Alamos Street Dog — just perro   4 comments

Street Dog (1 of 1)-2 B&W Grunge blogAlamos Street Dog — Grunge Art by kenne

I watched her 

dozing

in a sunny

morning way.

I took her

picture,

another one

as people 

walked by.

I wondered

if she had

a name.

Probably not,

street dogs

don’t have 

names —

just perro, 

perro callejero.

— kenne

Gallery Wall In Alamos, Sonora   Leave a comment

Wall Art (Masks) (1 of 1)_art blogMexican Masks On Gallery Wall In Alamos (January 27, 2016) – Computer Art by kenne
Masks represent the Mexican people’s personality — not revealing themselves to another, even to their self.

“persistent, flowing through fallen shadows,
excavating tunnels, drilling silences,
insisting, running under my pillow,
brushing past my temples, covering my eyelids
with another, intangible skin made of air,
its wandering nations, its drowsy tribes
migrate through the provinces of my body,
it crosses, re-crosses under the bridges of my bones,
slips into my left ear, spills out from my right,
climbs the nape of my neck,
turns and turns in my skull,
wanders across the terrace of my forehead,
conjures visions, scatters them,
erases my thoughts one by one
with hands of unwetting water,
it evaporates them,
black surge, tide of pulse-beats,
murmur of water groping forward
repeating the same meaningless syllable,
I hear its sleepwalking delirium
losing itself in serpentine galleries of echoes,
it comes back, drifts off, comes back,
endlessly flings itself
off the edges of my cliffs,
and I don’t stop falling
and I fall”

― Octavio Paz

Grilling Flatbread Sonoran Style   Leave a comment

Flatbread Woman (1 of 1) b&w blog

Flatbread Woman (1 of 1)-2 b&w blogGrilling Flatbread (Alamos, Sonora, January 27,2016) — Images by kenne

Traditions embody mythic time,
they record historical time as well.
Who the Mayo are today depends on 
those who preserve the ancient practices.

— kenne

 

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