Dead Gila Woodpecker — Image by kenne
cause of death not known
triple-digit temps, maybe
June in the desert
— kenne
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Gila Woodpecker Bites The Dust Leave a comment
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“Death” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I don’t fear death so much as I fear its prologues:
loneliness,
decrepitude,
pain,
debilitation,
depression,
senility.
After a few years of those,
I imagine death presents like a
holiday at the beach.
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“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
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Death 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.
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Now That You Are Gone 1 comment
“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” — 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
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The Old Pueblo Celebrates The Dead In The All Souls Procession, 2013 Leave a comment
All 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.
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Life And Death Above The Watering Hole 3 comments
Life and Death Above The Watering Hole — Images by kenne
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.
If 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
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Capturing The Moment — Death At Sunset 4 comments
Capturing The Moment — Death Along The Trail 1 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.
So, in the end,
it’s always a matter
of life and death.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 
The secret of vultures is patience,
they know not when death will come.
kenne
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