Archive for the ‘Memories’ Tag

Memories Are Washed Away   2 comments

We moved to Tanuri Ridge in June of 2010. In February Margarita Berg a resident of this neighborhood passed away. So we never met Margarita, but feel we got to know her through her husband, David.

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David and Margarita would frequently walk their dogs on the trails down by the Tanque Verde Wash. Shortly after we moved here, I discovered the trails and the area designated initially by the Tanuri Ridge developer as a community park.

Margareta's Memorial 25-12-19-72

Anyone who has walked these trails is aware of Margarita’s memorial on a trail nearest the wash. Located at the base of a mesquite tree, approximately thirty feet from the washes edge.

Tanque Verde Wash January 2015-72

During the winter of 2015, heavy rains in the mountains sent a current of water washing away some of the banks of the usually dry wash.

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Then, last week heavy winter participation in the mountains overnight again sent a flash flood down the wash, rerouting the flow.

Tanque Verde Flood--72

Noticing the flow of water from our patio that morning, I waited till the afternoon before going down to the wash.

Tanque Verde Wash-72

As I walked the trail, I could see trail nearest the wash was gone, so too the mesquite tree with Margarita’s memorial.

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The flow of the wash was now down about four feet from its early morning peak. The flooding had been so extensive, socking the land making it too dangerous to go looking for the tree.

I returned the next day to try walking west along the wash.

Looking across the wash, on the newly formed island a tree laid with large roots sticking up. Was this Margrete’s tree?

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I wasn’t sure till I spotted a yellow plastic flower hanging in the debris.

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Once I downloaded the images, I cropped the image of the downed tree. Over the years since 2011, the memorial has been maintained, adding plastic flowers and hanging trinkets from the tree.

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In the early days of the memorial, David would visit the site, dropping rose petals on the memorial plaque.

David Berg 13456 - 2011-05-26 Memorial Tree Des blog

— kenne

Junkyard Memories   4 comments

Willow Springs Ranch-8226_junk blogJunkyard Memories– Image by kenne

 I been scared and battered.

My hopes the wind done scattered.

 Snow has friz me,
 Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
 Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
 But I don't care!
 I'm still here!

 

— Langston Hughes

Graber Olive House Painting   3 comments

graber-olive-house-1-of-1-7_art-ii-blog-iiComputer Painting by kenne

Travel becomes an excuse for taking photographs to use in creating memories.

— kenne

Pondering The Duende   1 comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAPondering the Duende — Image by kenne

I write not because of an ability,
but because of an inspiration, a magic, a fire inside
that garners an alliance with my demons and angels.

“Thus duende is a power and not a behavior,
it is a struggle and not a concept.

I have heard an old master guitarist say:
‘Duende is not in the throat;
duende surges up from the soles of the feet.’

Which means it is not a matter of ability,
but of real live form;

of blood;
of ancient culture;
of creative action.”

— Federico Garcia Lorca

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conversations lost

conversations
from the past
lost
in the images
of memories
amassed
only to return
on the backs
of death
resurrected
by poets
serving only
to introduce
images
of what was
like water
returning
from a fountain’s
reservoir
only
to be reborn
again
and again
and again

— kenne

A Place Where Each Question Contains The Answer   1 comment

Olives“Place In The Desert” Image by kenne

How will you know when
you are in the right place?
The secret is out!

. . . in a place where
each question
contains the answer.

You will know
that place
when you have
the right feeling —

The secret is out!
Or is it?

What to do
when the feeling
is missing?

. . . sadly,
your place

is not the right place.

kenne

Life In The Seed Stage   1 comment

“Life In The Seed Stage” — Image by kenne

Flower, flower
what were you?
Were you as beautiful then,
as you as now?

There you were, all alone
at the edge of life’s trail.
No siblings at you side,
no suitors flying around your crown.

My eye caught your beauty,
a halo in the sunlight
in a bed of memories,
ready to ride the wind.

kenne

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