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Inn Of The Mountain Gods   2 comments

Last week we spent a couple of days in the Mescalero and Ruidoso, NM area.
While there we stayed at the Inn of the Mountain Gods Resort and Casino,
which is owned and operated by the Mescalero Apache Tribe.

Inn of The Mountain Gods-8-72The Mescalero Apache’s, Inn of the Mountain Gods, Mescalero, NM — Photo Essay by kenne

(Click on any of the images to see in a slideshow format.)

The is one God
looking down on us all.
We are all the children
of one God.
The sun, the darkness,
The winds are all
listening to what we
have to say.

— Geronimo

Monuments, For Good Or Bad   Leave a comment

Jefferson Davis Highway Monument blogImage by kenne taken at an I-10 rest area in New Mexico (September 8, 2017)

For good or bad . . .

the things that remain
to remind us of what we were
before we were without that
which prompts us to remember”

— from Monuments by Bryce Milligan

A Long Stretch of Highway in Southern New Mexico   Leave a comment

Interstate 10-1654 blogI-10 In southern New Mexico going into Arizona — Image by kenne

Dust devils come and go
across the flat land
of southern New Mexico
beneath a clear blue sky
with only a few white puffs
over distant mountains
providing a backdrop
for as long as the eye can see

on a long straight highway
with vultures circling above
and occasional overpasses
with towering signs near exits
tempting our stiffening bodies
by giving us a sense of home,
if your home is
McDonald’s golden arches.

We feel lonely even though
we are not alone
making us wish for
a bend in the road.
Instead, we are distracted
by counting vultures and old
railroad cars on tracks running
parallel to this lonely highway.
(Now we know what happens to beat-up old cars,
they are parked in the desert southwest.)

I with my Goldfish,
she with her sunflower seeds,
we try to settle down
for few hundred more miles
before crossing into Arizona
just south of the old
Butterfield Stagecoach route
through Doubtful Canyon.

Not complaining,
over 100 years ago
we would have been traveling
by stagecoach through
Doubtful Canyon rather
than a modern Interstate
escaping any chance of
being attack by Apaches.
(See a photo essay of Doubtful Canyon on Flickr. Enjoy!)

— kenne

Daughtful CanyonDoubtful Canyon — Image by kenne

 

Flashback, July 28, 2012   3 comments

White Mountain Road TripJoy and Kenne in the City of Rocks State Park, New Mexico, July 28, 2012

Let’s go

Let’s go, let’s go,
The road is waiting.

Let’s go, let’s go,
Time is wasting.

Let’s go, let’s go,
The heart is yearning.

Let’s go, let’s go,
The brain is questioning.

Should I, should I not
Should I be, should I act
Should I, should I
Being or doing?

Let’s go, let’s go,
The pipes are playing.

Let’s go, let’s go,
The light is dancing.

Let’s go, let’s go,
The child is calling.

Let’s go, let’s go,
The brain is questioning.

Should I, should I not
Should I be, should I act
Should I, should I
Being or doing?

Let’s go, let’s go,
Tomorrow is awakening.

Let’s go, let’s go,
The times are changing.

Let’s go, let’s go,
The wind is pushing.

Let’s go, let’s go,
The brain is questioning.

Should I, should I not
Should I be, should I act
Should I, should I
Being or doing?

Yes! Yes! Yes!
Let’s go, let’s go.

— kenne (December, 2005)

White Mountain Road TripCity of Rocks State Park, New Mexico — Panorama by kenne

 

Doubtful Canyon — Revisited   1 comment

Doubtful Canyon Fisheye Art Oil Paint-Recovered blogDoubtful Canyon in the Peloncillo Mountains (December 2012) — Fisheye Art by kenne

Riding the stagecoach
Days of Geronimo past
Through Doubtful Canyon.

kenne

(We will be driving through the Peloncillo’s today, May 12, 2015, on our way from Ft. Stockton to Tucson.
First posted December 8, 2012)

Gila Wilderness — Panorama Week, Day 7   Leave a comment

White Mountain Road TripGila Wilderness, New Mexico Panorama — Image by kenne

 

Seeking Your Place As The Truth   1 comment

Willow Springs Ranch-0008 art blog“Psychedelic Outlaw” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“In the Land of the Moneygrubbers,
the curtain rises on a single speaker,
out of nowhere, accompanied
by the Abso-Lute.”

On your journey down to New Mexico

you probably passed through the Raton,

moving from the Great Plains

of Hidatsa, Mandan and Shoshone in your old car,

wearing that round, wide-brim, black leather hat

you sometimes wore with aviator sunglasses

before Stevie Ray Vaughn ever wore them, or was even born,

on your way from Black Mountain to the Gran Apacheria

like a sacred white buffalo covered in a cloak of invisibility,

a buckskin Ghost Danced shirt from a Lakota or Cheyenne shaman

painted with the story of your life.

Slinger, I know your aim

was always true, your truth always aimed.

Like the Poet, your Eye and Poetic I,

you know the only good fascist is a dead fascist,

like the evil Q you slew in a Midwest dream

stretching from the 1860s to the 1960s

in a century of constant war.

— from “Gunslinger In New Mexico for Ed Dorn (1929 -1999) by Gary Brower

“Entrapment is this society’s sole activity. . .& only laughter can
blow it to rags. But there is no negative pure enough to entrap
our expectations . . .”

— Ed Dorn, GUNSLINGER, III

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