San Bernardino Valley Panorama Created from Four Images (July 11, 2009) — Panorama Image by kenne
“Sometimes a useful delusion is better than a useless truth.”
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San Bernardino Valley Panorama 2 comments
Pandemic Fun In The Park 2 comments
Pandemic Fun In The Park — B&W Image by kenne
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Snow On The San Bernardino Mountains 3 comments
Snow On The San Bernardino Mountains — Image by kenne
After a very rainy Thanksgiving Day here in Rancho Cucamonga, CA, we woke up to this mountain scene . . . Beautiful!
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Water Lily Blossoms 2 comments
Water Lily Blossoms — Image by kenne
Up through the water
I walk checking out angles
Shadows on the pond.
— kenne
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Off To The Races — Del Mar, California Leave a comment
Del Mar Racing Paddock Area (August 13, 2014) — Images by kenne
We have spent the last few days in the San Diego area. Since this is the summer racing season at Del Mar, and not having been there, we decided to go watch the horses. It’s and attractive racing facility — very California.
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Thanksgiving Cigar 1 comment
“Thanksgiving Cigar” — Image by kenne
THANKSGIVING CIGAR
the table is clean
we are stuffed with food and drink
a cigar moment
— kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Swimming Pool Fun 8 comments
James, Justin and Chase Enjoy The Pool While In Southern California Last Week. — Image by kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Jacaranda Tree Blossoms Leave a comment
Jacaranda Tree Blossoms In Redlands, California — Images by kenne
Jacaranda trees
Shinning in the sun with its
Blue/purple blossoms.
— kenne
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Traveling I-10, Again 1 comment
“The Dining Room Table,” A Still Life — Images by kenne
In a little while we will be leaving Tucson, driving to San Bernardino to be with family as we celebrate the life of Virginia Chapman, Joy’s mother.
Since Virginia’s death, we have spent time reading Marie Howe’s powerful book of poems, “What the Living Do.” In a time of grief, her poems provide instruction for the living, one of which I share with those who follow this blog:
The Dream
I had a dream in the day:
I laid my father’s body down in a narrow boat
and sent him off along the riverbank with its cattails and grasses.
And the boat — it was made of bark and wood bent when it was wet —
took him to his burial finally.
But a day or two later I realized it was my self I wanted
to lay down, hands crossed, eyes closed. . . .
Oh, the light coming up from down there,
the sweet smell of the water — and finally, the sense of being carried
by a current I could not name or change.
— Marie Howe
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Virginia Chapman — Giving Love Without Having A Reason 5 comments
Virginia Chapman On 85th Birthday (June, 2009) May she rest in peace! — Image by kenne
What made Virginia special
was understanding that love
is something you give
without having a reason —
maybe that’s what makes
some women so special.
— kenne
With Virginia’s passing, the family and friends will not be celebrating her 90th birthday this June, at least not as planned. In lieu of our not being able to share her 90th birthday celebration, I share a video of her 85th birthday party celebration.
Virginia Chapman’s 85th Birthday Celebration, June, 2009
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A Mother’s Love Returned, Laboring In Gratitude 11 comments
Jeri, Mother Virginia, Joy & Jody (July 8, 2012) — Image by kenne
Less than three weeks ago, Joy was in southern California planning her mother’s 90th birthday celebration with sisters Jody and Jeri. This past Tuesday, she returned, this time to her mother’s deathbed. This afternoon Virginia passed away peacefully. She is survived by her eight children, many grand and great-grandchildren.
The only thing greater
than a mother’s
undying love
is the combined love
returned to her
by those she loves,
laboring in their
song of gratitude.
— kenne
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Capturing The Moment — West Coast Surfing On A Rainy Day 5 comments
West Coast Surfing On A Rainy Day (Oceanside, California)– Images by kenne
Ode To Surfing
While herein words I cannot put
Nor in frame may cameras capture
Those hallowed waves through which we slip
And ride this life of rapture.
To be or not
The state of me
Rests on a vexing question.
Were not I dealt this salty deck
“Not to be” leads in which misdirection?
Yet here we are
While lost are thee
If not aboard and riding free
For we may fleeting lines convey
The pulse which guides a surfer’s way.
Nor in frame may cameras capture
Those hallowed waves through which we slip
And ride this life of rapture.
To be or not
The state of me
Rests on a vexing question.
Were not I dealt this salty deck
“Not to be” leads in which misdirection?
Yet here we are
While lost are thee
If not aboard and riding free
For we may fleeting lines convey
The pulse which guides a surfer’s way.
— surfpoetry.com
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A Redding California Christmas — Image by kenne
A Redding Christmas
Dynamics beyond compare
Together each year.
kenne
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Ode To The Gambling House of Worship 1 comment
We just got back from Rancho Cucamonga, Temecula wine country and Pala Casino in southern California where we were spending time with Joy’s family. Pala Casino Spa Resort is a nice place in the Temecula wine country near San Diego. Being the non-gambler in the family, I spent most of my time outside near the pool area reading, and writing.
Pala Casino Spa Resort Pool Area
Pool Bar Cafe
Ode To The Gambling House of Worship
Buttons pushed
Touching the screen
Smoke in my eyes —
I play.
Grabbing a drink
Easing the loses
The game goes on —
Lights flashing.
Smoke getting worse
Eyes watering
Load ringing noise —
I cry, others yell.
A gaming cathedral
Worshiping the machine
Matching the slots —
Lacking virtue.
Seeking intellectual guidance
To know the details
Of their religious addition —
Old or new.
A life structured around decline
Dazzling down
Totality of existence —
Seeking more stimulation.
Dare I avoid the slot?
In a race against time
Slowed by the machine —
Mysteriously slanted.
The machine’s hunger
Has a taste against the odds
Ignoring the probability —
Credits dissolve.
Indistinguishable from reality
A creature of habit
Occupying all space —
Dependence avoided.
Not sharing the obsession
I cash out
Walking away —
Posture-perfect.
Others entering
Stumped over walkers
Old and shabby —
Pitted and scarred.
This house of worship
At best, a place
For people watching —
What the hell!
I prefer to watch the sunset
From the mountain high
Dreaming of tomorrow —
Cleared for action.
With every act
A reminder of
Thought put into deed —
Orthodox acceptance.
Seeking relationships
I enter the cathedral
Not for the gaming —
“. . . we need the eggs!” *
* A reference to a Woody Allen quote in Annie Hall.
kenne
In case you don’t know, southern California has got a lot of rain lately. The weather people have predicted that it was coming our way this weekend — the best chance for rain than we have had in months. Looks like southern California kept all the water and sent us a lot of wind and dust. I know, no rain goes along with the territory!
The above image was taken more near sunset, making for a more dramatic image than those in the following video.
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