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Snow On The San Bernardino Mountains   3 comments

Mountain Snow-IMG-4745-72-2Snow 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!

— kenne

Water Lily Blossoms   2 comments

Balboa Park Flowers-1979 Water Lily blogWater Lily Blossoms — Image by kenne

Up through the water
I walk checking out angles
Shadows on the pond.

— kenne

 

Off To The Races — Del Mar, California   Leave a comment

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DeL Mar Paddock Area2014 08 13_0044 blogDel 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.

— kenne

Thanksgiving Cigar   1 comment

Thanksgiving 2012 Oceanside“Thanksgiving Cigar” — Image by kenne

THANKSGIVING CIGAR

the table is clean

we are stuffed with food and drink

a cigar moment

— kenne

Capturing The Moment — Swimming Pool Fun   8 comments

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Swimming Pool (1 of 1)-5 blogJames, Justin and Chase Enjoy The Pool While In Southern California Last Week. — Image by kenne

Capturing The Moment — Jacaranda Tree Blossoms   Leave a comment

Jacaranda Tree Blossoms blogJacaranda Tree Blossoms In Redlands, California — Images by kenne

Jacaranda trees

Shinning in the sun with its

Blue/purple blossoms.

— kenne

Traveling I-10, Again   1 comment

Flowers & Photo On Table (1 of 1)-2 blog“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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