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Death   Leave a comment

Nogales“Death” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

His eyes did not close
When he saw the horns near,
But the terrible mothers
Lifted their heads.
And across the ranches
Went a breath of secret voices
By which the herdsmen of the pallid mist
Called to their heavenly bulls.

— from Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias by Federico García Lorca

 

 

Death On The Trail   Leave a comment

D500 PhotosDeath On the Trail — Image by kenne

This towering Saguaro, close to forty feet, fail across a trail near the Sabino Creek Dam. This big fellow had no arms even though it had to be well over 100 years old. There were no signs of disease so it may have just gotten too big for its root system.

kenne

Now That You Are Gone   1 comment

Saying Goodbye art blog“Saying Goodbye I” — Image by kenne

Now that you are gone
Images and words flash by
Moment after moment.

I count syllables
To say how much we love you
This my own bye-ku.

— kenne

Saying Goodbye II blog“Saying Goodbye II” — Image by kenne

“Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death,
but genuine pain doesn’t live in the spirit,
nor on these terraces of billowing smoke.
The genuine pain that keeps everything awake
is a tiny, infinite burn
on the innocent eyes of other systems.”

— Federico García Lorca

The Old Pueblo Celebrates The Dead In The All Souls Procession, 2013   Leave a comment

All Souls ProcessionAll Souls Procession — Image by kenne

Once a year a unique Tucson event, The All Souls Procession, takes place in which the public is given an opportunity to mourn, reflect, and celebrate the universal experience of Death, through their ancestors, loved ones, and the living. This year’s procession is this weekend in downtown Tucson. Last year was our first time to experience and this year’s event is expected to attract tens of thousands to participate and watch the procession that will follow a path of approximately two miles to Mercado San Agustin.

kenne

Life And Death Above The Watering Hole   3 comments

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Willow Springs Ranch-8205-2 blogLife and Death Above The Watering Hole — Images by kenne

Hook ‘Em Cow

You read of fierce bulls in the stories and books,
But you don’t hear a heap ’bout an old cow that hooks.
A bull charges blind, but an old cow is wise.
She keeps her head shakin’ and opens her eyes.
Willow Springs Ranch-8206 blogIf you git to a post I have generally found
She runs right up to it and reaches around.

And yore biddin’ fer trouble as shore as yore born
If you git yore old belly mixed up with her horn.
You  have seen a cow scatter a whole brandin’ crew
When they drug a calf in and the cow follered too.
Think a cow boy caint run? Well you ain’t seen one sail
When a cow blows her nose on some waddy’s shirt tail.

Sometimes when you pull a cow out of a bog
She will charge with a rush like some salty brush hog.
If an old cow gits down cause she’s weak and she’s pore,
If you help git her up she will fight you jest shore.
If you judge by her actions toward hosses and men,
She’s by nature a heap like an old settin’ hen.

I’ll bet you was glad that you wasn’t too late
When you lit with yore belly across some old gate,
And an old cow hit right underneath with a crash.
Jest a little more and she’d settle yore hash.
You fell on across and was mad when you heered
How the rest of them ranahans hollered and cheered.

Yes cows is odd critters; it shore is plum strange.
The pet cows is gentle, but them on the range
Is a sp’ilin’ fer fight if they once git a skeer,
Or you make a calf bawl when the old cow can hear.
They’re onreasonable cusses I’ll tell you right now,
Fer you can’t explain much to a fightin’ old cow.

by Bruce Kiskaddon, From Rhymes of the Ranges and Other Poems, 1947

 

Capturing The Moment — Death At Sunset   4 comments

“Death at Sunset” — Image by kenne

The secret of vultures is patience,

they know not when death will come.

kenne

Capturing The Moment — Death Along The Trail   Leave a comment

 

 

Death Along The Trail — Image by kenne

Death along the trail,

a sign of an end — death.

Or is it

a sign of  beginning – life.

Either way,

one can’t exist

without the other.

In the end,

it’s always a matter

of life and death.

kenne

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