Puerto Peñasco, Sonora Water Front — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Puerto Peñasco, Rocky Point, is a Mexican fishing and resort city on the Sea of Cortes. It’s known for dune-backed Sandy Beach
and Bahía la Choya’s tidal pools. The Center for the Study of Deserts and Oceans has gardens and a fin-whale skeleton.
Rocky Point is often called “Arizona’s beach” because it is close in proximity to Arizona and easy to get to rather quickly.
A Reflection Selfie (Puerto Penasco, Mexico) — Image by kenne
Osprey — Image by kenne
“One day I’m going to write a book about osprey .
It has really gotten deep into my bloodstream.
So when you ask what else I do,
I feel like this is part of what I do …
is to watch these birds.”
— Alan Lightman
Seagull Over Puerto Peñasco, Mexico — Image by kenne
Oh, the wild seagull, the bold seagull,
As he screams in his wheeling flight;
As he sits on the waves in storm or calm,
All cometh to him aright.
All cometh to him as he liketh best,
Nor any his will gainsay;
And he rides on the waves like a bold, young king,
That was crowned but yesterday!
— from The Sea-Gull by Lloyd Mifflin
Osprey — Mixed Art by kenne
Pelican Landing in Waters Near Puerto Penasco — Image by kenne
Slideshow of Pelican Taking Off in Waters Near Puerto Penasco — Images by kenne
Puerto Penasco Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Earth
— Federico García Lorca
Puerto Peñasco, Sonora Mexico — Image by kenne
Puerto Peñasco Beach On The Sea of Cortez — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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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
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
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
Puerto Peñasco Beach (February 2018) — Image by kenne
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Low Tide At Sunset (Beach at Mayan Palace, Sonora, Mexico, February 13, 2018) — Panorama by kenne
Swimp Boats At The Rocky Point (Puerto Peñasco) Port — Computer Painting by kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 