The Point at Rocky Point (Puerto Peñasco) — Image by kenne
Out over the rocks and sea
A colorful building rests on wooden poles
Christened The Point, appropriately
at Rockey Point on the Puerto Peñasco shores.
— kenne
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The Point At Rocky Point 1 comment
Shrimp Boat In The Sea Of Cortez 4 comments
Shrimp Boat In The Sea Of Cortez — Photo-artistry by kenne
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A Puerto Peñasco Sunrise 5 comments
A Puerto Peñasco Sunrise — Image by kenne
Walking the shoreline
The sun brings another day
Peaceful and tranquil.
— kenne
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Sea Gull In Flight (Puerto Peñasco, Mexico) Image by kenne
“You have the freedom to be yourself,
your true self, here and now,
and nothing can stand in your way”
— Richard Bach
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Old Puerto Peñasco, Mexico (Rocky Point) — HDR Image by kenne
Puerto Peñasco
A town on a rocky point
An old fishing town.
— kenne
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Puerto Peñasco Water Front 2 comments
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.
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A Reflection Selfie (Puerto Penasco, Mexico) — Image by kenne
I set my camera on top of the balcony wall during a stay at a resort in Puerto Penasco, April 12, 2013. — kenne
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314) Leave a comment
Osprey — Mixed Art by kenne
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
— Emily Dickinson
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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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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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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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Capturing The Moment — The Take-off 8 comments
Brown Pelican Taking Flight In Puerto Peñasco — Images by kenne
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Seabird Ferry Coming In To Puerto Peñasco 2 comments
. . . ok, so it’s a swamp boat, not a seabird ferry! — Images by kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Silence Is Golden 8 comments
Sunset On The La Pinta’ Peninsula — Image by kenne
Silence Is Golden
sand harden
by the returning sea
we walk
into the day’s twilight
holding on
to the moment
hand ‘n hand.
a lone seagull
flies near the line
between us and
the setting sun
seconds away
from ending the day
we honor
the golden sunset
by entering our
sound of silence
where words are
best left unsaid —
yes,
silence is golden.
— kenne
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