Pelican Landing in Waters Near Puerto Penasco — Image by kenne
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We Walk On An Unsilvered Mirror Leave a comment
Puerto Penasco Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Earth
We walk on
an unsilvered
mirror,
a crystal surface
without clouds.
If lilies would grow
backwards,
if roses would grow
backwards,
if all those roots
could see the stars
and the dead not close
their eyes,
we would become like swans.
— Federico García Lorca
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A Moment Of Peace Leave a comment
Puerto Peñasco, Sonora Mexico — Image by kenne
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Puerto Peñasco Beach On The Sea of Cortez Leave a comment
Puerto Peñasco Beach On The Sea of Cortez — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A picture
from the past
changed
in the present
looking fixedly
over my shoulder
instead of
into its face
thus having no
preconceptions.
— kenne
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Puerto Peñasco Sunrise 1 comment
Puerto Peñasco Sunrise — Image by kenne
In an October 10th entry, I posted a photo-artistry piece of this image. I thought I would share the original image taken during an early morning walk along the beach near the El Pinacate Biosphere Reserve in Sonora, Mexico five years ago.
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Walking takes longer… than any other known form of locomotion except crawling.
Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed.
— Edward Weston
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Puerto Peñasco Sunset 1 comment
Puerto Peñasco Sunset — Photo-artistry by kenne
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went —
Then you may count that day well spent.
But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay —
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face–
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost —
Then count that day as worse than lost.
— George Eliot
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Puerto Peñasco Sunrise and “The Human Touch” 3 comments
Puerto Peñasco Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Human Touch
‘Tis the human touch
in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more
to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine.
For shelter is gone
when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day.
But the touch of the hand
And the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always.
— Spencer Michael Free
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Puerto Peñasco Beach 2 comments
Puerto Peñasco Beach (February 2018) — Image by kenne
Morning cup of joe
Sun shining on the calm sea
Walk along the shore.
— kenne
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Low Tide At Sunset Leave a comment
Low Tide At Sunset (Beach at Mayan Palace, Sonora, Mexico, February 13, 2018) — Panorama by kenne
Low tide at sunset
Shadows of the passing day
Tracks from shore patrol.
— kenne
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Swimp Boats At The Rocky Point Port 2 comments
Swimp Boats At The Rocky Point (Puerto Peñasco) Port — Computer Painting by kenne
“The meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day, from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person’s life at a given moment.
To put the question in general terms would be to the question posed to a chess champion: “Tell me, Master, what is the best move in the world?”
There simply is no such thing as the best or even a good move apart from a particular situation in a game and the particular personality of one’s opponent.
The same holds for human existence. One should not search for an abstract meaning of life. Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life to carry out a concrete assignment which demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated. Thus, everyone’s task is as unique as is his specific opportunity to implement it.
As each situation in life represents a challenge to man and presents a problem for him to solve, the question of the meaning of life may actually be reversed. Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of life is, but rather he must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.”
–Viktor E. Frankl
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The Point At Rocky Point — “What’s The Point?” 1 comment
The Point Restaurant — Image by kenne
There’s a restaurant that stands on the Sea of Cortez at Puerto Peñasco, Sonora, Mexico. In its own way, it’s an answer to Robert Phillips’ poem “What’s The Point” in his book of poems, “Spinach Days.”
I had the honor of meeting Bob on several occasions. One occasion was at a poetry reading just after the publication of “Spinach Days” in 2000. In my copy of his book he wrote:
For Kenne —
Good to see you again —
& all good wishes for
your own work.
— Bob Phillips
Little did we know that a few years later I would write a follow-up to his poem. My poem titled, “The Point is . . .” that I posted on my Yahoo-360 blog in 2005. Yahoo did away with the service in 2008, which is when I started publishing my blog on WordPress.
For days after taking the above photo, the concept of “the point” kept running through my head. As I often do on Sunday morning, I read poems from some of the books of poetry I have. This morning’s selection was “Spinach Days,” then all the prices started coming together.
However, finding my poem was not easy since it was a posting on my old blog. After searching, I found it with others in a Word document containing other 360 poems under the title, “Will we ever wake,” a title Word gave the document.
The Point Is ….
Knowing when to say no,
especially the “hard” no.
Not a point in time,
which has no beginning and no end.
E.T.’s finger and
Obi-Wan Kenobi’s beam of light.
The place we reach
each time we act, the point of no return.
Not the end,
nor is it the beginning.
What we don’t get
when we are told to use common sense.
The place we are
when we decide we are there.
Our head we scratch
when we don’t get the point.
A corrective statement
used to express your view of truth.
Blank when we act without hesitation,
to destroy the point.
A teacher’s finger,
used to drive home the point.
Poetic license when deviating
from the norm to make your point.
What you want to improve,
when writing is your weak point.
What you gain or lose
when being judged.
A measurement of quality,
the more points, the more expensive.
A work of art in Seurat’s dots
and digital photography’s pixels.
What is missing in Gehry’s titanium-wrapped
curves of the Guggenheim Bilbao.
The one-finger salute to the sky
sharing the joy of victory.
What the rude nitwit doesn’t get
when making a cell-phone call in the theater.
The top of a cap symbolizing the
opposite characteristic of a point.
Is a bright, usually blinking indicator
on a display in which you can find a point.
Waiting for the pot to reach the boiling point,
“Only pots know the boiling points of their broths.”
Is what we follow in the stock market —
“Currently the market is up fifty points.”
The circles’ people go in
to make the point.
In life, the point is whatever we want it to be —
Get the point?
kenne
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Old Downtown Rocky Point Painting Leave a comment
Painting by kenne
An old fishing town
On a rock across the bay
From see-through condos.
Shrimp boats come and go
Charter boats take tourists out
To fish and watch whales.
Drug stores, restaurants
And fish markets line main street
Where Al Capone lived.
Legal drugs by day
Safe for tourists on the streets
Cartel moves at night.
— kenne
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Puerto Peñasco Shrimp Boat Painting 2 comments
Computer Painting by kenne
“Have you ever been on a shrimp boat?” – Bubba
“No, but I’ve been on a real big boat.” – Forrest Gump
“Anyway, like I was sayin’, shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. There’s shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That, that’s about it.”
– Bubba
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Fishing Off The Coast Of Puerto Peñasco 5 comments
We arrived in Puerto Peñasco Sunday afternoon, February 11th, planning on going fishing in the Sea of Cortez on Tuesday. However, because of a forecast of strong winds, the fishing trip was rescheduled for calm seas on Thursday afternoon.
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.
I was able to catch some small sea bass after the second and third tries. Tom caught a couple, so we had plenty for dinner. Captain Chris also added to the total catch. Joy and Patty watched. Joy also took some of these photos.
Headed into port where many of the shrimp boats are docked.
Captain Chris cleans the fish before leaving the Grandy-White.
— kenne
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Sunset Over The Sea 2 comments
Sunset Over The Sea of Cortez (Puerto Peñasco, February 12, 2018) — Computer Art by kenne
