A Son’s Dreams (Kenne David Turner Fishing On A Lake Conroe Pier In The Early 1980s) — Image by kenne
— kenne
Fishing From the Boat Dock — Photo-Artistry by kenne
No bait,
only a bullet weight
on the end of the line —
does it really
matter to the boy?
A quiet boy
in a world
all his own
where silence
creates inwardness.
He was six
when this
photograph
was taken all
those years ago.
It’s easy to
wonder what he
was thinking —
‘what’ doesn’t matter
for they were pure.
It is these
moments
sliced out of time —
melancholy with
all its charms.
Moments exist,
otherwise
everything in life
would all happen
at once.
By watching and
connecting with
everything around me,
I have become a
connoisseur of empathy.
— kenne
After a couple of hours on the river, we beached the rafts to do some fishing using the Tacana fishing method.
This looks like a nice place to go ashore.
The fishing line is on a board that is unwound, then tossed out into the water. The bait are small fish.
The Tacana do not bother with poles.
Tom and Matt have their lines in the water.
So far, no one is having any luck catching fish.
Pedro demonstrated the indigenous technique of fishing.
Matt did have some success on our Day 3.
Good job Matt! — Images by kenne
Computer Painting by kenne
Patty, Tom, Joy and I chartered the Grandy-White (the smaller boat on the left) under cloudy, but calm skies.
Captain Chris gives Joy a hand on the boat.
Tom has his own rod, but after checking out the equipment on the boat quickly realized he didn’t need it.
Leaving the port, this is a view of the old downtown Puerto Peñasco.
Once out from Puerto Peñasco, Captain Chris let us know he was taking a slight detour to where we might see some whales, which I posted on the 23rd.
Captain Chris, who was very informative and helpful.
The sun comes out briefly on Patty and Tom as they try staying warm — at least they had wind-breakers. Joy and I left ours back in Tucson.
Tom getting ready to toss in the line.
Headed into port where many of the shrimp boats are docked.
(Click on any image to see a larger view.)
Whale Watching — Photo Essay by kenne
Fishing on the Bayou — Image by kenne
Bass Boat Blues
me and my bass boat
all alone on the bayou
moments to live by.
in bayou country
there are no mountains to climb
just tiny ant hills.
the fish are biting
only they are not keepers
ask me if I care.
for people who know
it is the process that counts
no more, no less — Yes!
green covers side streams
turtles on the backs jump in
breaking up the green.
mercy, mercy me
it is time to be truthful
I don’t care to fish.
I am the guy
carrying a camera
walking the park trails.
it’s time with nature
my breakfast at Tiffany’s
in the great outdoors.
— kenne
Mary Tierra — Image by kenne
— kenne
Rose Canyon Lake in the Santa Catalina Mountains is the only lake in the mountain, located about 25 miles from Tucson, Arizona. The lake is only seven acres, but is surrounded by cabins and campgrounds in the mountain forest. Images by kenne
Brown Pelican Diving For Fish In The Gulf of California — Images by kenne
“It is not enough to understand the natural world; the point is to defend and
preserve it.” –Edward Abbey
Sunset Over The Lake — Image by kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 