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Old Downtown Rocky Point Painting Leave a comment
An old fishing town
Shrimp boats come and go
Drug stores, restaurants
Legal drugs by day
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 6 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
The poem,
the song,
the picture,
is only water
drawn
from the well
of the people,
and it should
be given back
to them
in a cup
of beauty
so that they
may drink –
and in drinking
understand themselves.
— Federico Garcia Lorca
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Living On Pelican Time Leave a comment
Living On Pelican Time (Sea of Cortez, February 15, 2018) — Image by kenne
Standing by the shore
Living on Pelican time —
My dos sietes year.
— kenne
Image by kenne
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Garden Flower In Puerto Peñasco 2 comments
Garden Flower In Puerto Peñasco, Sonora (February 13, 2018) — Image by kenne
“When bright flowers bloom
Parchment crumbles, my words fade
The pen has dropped …”
— Morpheus
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Where The Desert Meets The Sea 4 comments
“Where The Desert Meets The Sea” (El Pinacate Biosphere Reserve, a UNESCO World Heritage Site On the Sea of Cortez) — Image by kenne
Puerto Peñasco
Where the desert meets the sea
Beauty in contrast.
— kenne
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An Active Osprey Nest 3 comments
Near where we were staying in Puerto Peñasco, I spotted what looked like an active Osprey nest.
After a closer investigation, I was able to see an osprey sitting this carefully created work of art. There are no trees on the desert coast of the Sea of Cortez, so the Osprey makes good use of any structure high off the ground.
Once confirming that the nest was active, I started looking around for the mate. That’s when a spotted the other osprey on a nearby power pole, already expressing some displeasure with my being too close to the nest.
The two Ospreys began calling to one another. As I moved closer to the sentry Osprey, he turned and flow to a distant pole.
The feathers of this hawk always seem ruffled due to when diving after fish, Ospreys completely submerge themselves underwater and still are able to fly away with their prey. Most other fish-eating birds of prey can only pluck fish from the surface of the water as they fly by. Like all birds of prey, Ospreys are amazing animals.
— kenne
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Valentines Dinner with Friends in Puerto Peñasco Leave a comment
Valentines Dinner with Friends Patty and Tom Markey in Puerto Peñasco (February 14, 2018)
Our dinner with friends
Was a very special time
On a special day.
— kenne
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Cloudy Sunset at Puerto Peñasco — Peaceful Waters 2 comments
Cloudy Sunset at Puerto Peñasco, Sonora, Mexico (February 13, 2018) — Panorama Image by kenne
peaceful waters of the air
under echo’s branches
peaceful waters of a pool
under a bough laden with stars
peaceful waters of your mouth
under a forest of kisses
under a forest of kisses
— Federico García Lorca
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Shadows On The Wall 1 comment
Shadows On The Wall — Image by kenne
Many experience a flower
but miss its meaning
thus creating a void
as they grow older
ceasing to be an experience
making the future
difficult to comprehend.
— kenne
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A Cloudy, Very Breezy Morning At Puerto Peñasco, Sonora Leave a comment
The beach along the northern edge of the Sea of Cortez (February 12, 2018) — Panorama by kenne
The sun has dissolved
behind the clouds
as the wind
stirs up the sand
and chills the spirit.
We have just arrived
yet it seems
like time to go.
There will be time
tomorrow to watch
morning come,
listening to the
song of sunrise.
— kenne
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At The End Of The Day 2 comments
“At The End Of The Day” (Puerto Peñasco)– Image by kenne
At the end of the day
I watch the setting sun.
At the end of the day
I can rest in the moment.
At the end of the day
I get nothing for nothing.
At the end of the day
I reflect on the day.
At the end of the day
I attest to my resolve.
At the end of the day
I am at one with myself.
At the end of the day
I give thanks for the living.
At the end of the day
I give praise to life.
At the end of the day
I capture the moment.
At the end of the day
I remember the moments.
kenne
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Low Tide At Puerto Peñasco — A Thing Of Dreams Leave a comment
Low Tide At Puerto Peñasco Image by kenne
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
— Langston Hughes
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Sea Of Cortés Sand Dunes 1 comment
Sea of Cortés Sand Dunes — Image by kenne
Sand Dunes
by Robert Frost
Sea waves are green and wet,
But up from where they die,
Rise others vaster yet,
And those are brown and dry.
They are the sea made land
To come at the fisher town,
And bury in solid sand
The men she could not drown.
She may know cove and cape,
But she does not know mankind
If by any change of shape,
She hopes to cut off mind.
Men left her a ship to sink:
They can leave her a hut as well;
And be but more free to think
For the one more cast-off shell.
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