There was much to do on the Sandos Playacar Beach without going into the water.Chase charges dad, Justin
and both went down.
James looks inside the giant rolling ball before climbing in.
After rolling inside the ball, James exists.
Enjoying the Playacar Beach fun.
Jason and Chase on apposing sides in beach volleyball.
Jason and Chase share the same side.
Too much sun in the heat and humidity of the day can lead to heat stroke,
which is what happened to Jason. After playing several hours with much younger players
and possibly not staying hydrated enough, Jason (48 years young)
had to be taken to the hospital for a short stay. He was much better the next day.
Going through some old photos, I found some I took at a 2002 Fotofest event, State of the Blues. Since we were recently in Houston visiting family, I thought this would be an appropriate time to revisit the State of The Blues.
— kenne
Joe “Guitar” Hughes (Fotofest 2002)
Joe “Guitar” Hughes (Fotofest 2002)
Joe Hughes and Oscar Obear (Fotofest 2002)
Joe Hughes and Trudy Lynn (Fotofest 2002)
Joe Hughes and Trudy Lynn (Fotofest 2002)
Trudy Lynn (Fotofest 2002)
Trudy Lynn and Joe Hughes with Diunna Greenleaf Looking On (Fotofest 2002)
Last week we had two inches of snow in Tucson and 2.5 feet on Mt. Lemmon and by the time these images were taken most of the snow in the basin had melted. It was beautiful while it lasted.
Tanuri Ridge includes about 40 acres along the Tanque Verde wash,
which runs into the Rillito River.
Thirty-six years ago there were concrete picnic tables
under several big cottonwood trees.
Since that time there has been a flood washing away the tables
and a fire that destroyed many of the trees.
Now it is frequented by people walking their dogs and horseback riders,
and yes, photographers like myself.
When we moved to Tanuri Ridge in 2010,
I went for a walk down by the wash and discovered
different forms of nature sculpture alone the trails.
Someone was taking sticks and stones to create art.
Over the years, some of the art would be removed while new appeared.
I began to ask around and learned the art was probably the work of
David and Margarita Berg.
David was a resident of Tanuri Ridge when we move here.
During my first walk down by the wash,
I discovered a memorial to Margarita Berg.
Previously, I had met David in the community,
so I called him and asked if I might interview him
for a newsletter I was preparing for Tanuri Ridge — he agreed. Click here for a link to that posting I wrote on David and Margarita, June 8, 2011.
Images by kenne
David no longer lives in Tanuri Ridge,
but it is evident that he returns to maintain Margarita’s memorial,
which has the same signature as the Tanque Verde wash art —
sticks and stones.
Fiery Skipper & Cloudless Giant Sulfur On Mexican Bird of Paradise
Variegated Fritillary On Mexican Bird of Paradise
Cloudless Giant Sulfur On Mexican Bird of Paradise
Cloudless Giant Sulfur On Mexican Bird of Paradise
Fiery Skipper On Mexican Bird of Paradise — Images by kenne
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! Indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! – not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
(Click on any of the tiled images for larger in a slide format.)
Lummi & MCLAC
Thomas Robert Turner, May 23, 1942 – November 13, 2014
I love you, Bobby!
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
Our road trip in late April took use through Zion National Park. This was the fourth time in the park, however, unlike the others, we didn’t spend time in the park. The snapshots were acquired by stopping along the route through the park. (Click or touch, depending on your device, to see the images in a slideshow format.)
Images by kenne
“Your photography is a record of your living – for anyone who really sees. You may see and be affected by other people’s ways, you may even use them to find your own, but you will have eventually to free yourself of them. That is what Nietzche meant when he said, ‘I have just read Schopenhauer, now I have to get rid of him.’ He knew how insidious other people’s ways could be, particularly those which have the forcefulness of profound experience, if you let them get between you and your own personal vision.”
Monument Valley Images by kenne (Click on any of the following tiled images to see in a slideshow format)
11. Meditation
Our life’s greatest challenges will be won
With the spirit and not by the sinews
At times next to you the Dance’s ghosts run
Other times they can be found within you
Smooth, rolling strides become my rhythm and rhymes
Subtly pick open my heart and mind’s locks
At peace, I'm inured to passage of time
A slack-jawed Buddha floats between the rocks
Sun-baked vermillion cliff, eternity
Spirit of the wild, you are the portal
Stretching out to you, encompassing me
Melt, intertwine, these moments immortal
Fallen angels, my soul is expurging
When the body, mind, and soul are merging