“Nowhere Else But Texas” (August 9, 2021 Somewhere in North Texas) — Image by kenne
It has always been my understanding that no flag flies at the same level as the American. But maybe I have had it wrong.
— kenne
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Nowhere Else But Texas 2 comments
On The Road–Sundance Square 2 comments
Our second night on the road was spent in Ft. Worth. Before going to our hotel, we spent some time in Sundance Square,
located downtown Ft. Worth.
Sundance Square (August 8, 2021) — Photo Essay by kenne
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A Sunflower Ally in the Texas Sandhills State Park (August 8, 2021) — Image by kenne
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Texas Two Step — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“He had a habit of remarking to bartenders that he didn’t see
any sense in mixing whiskey with water
since the whiskey was already wet.”
— Joseph Mitchell
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On The Dock Of The Bay Leave a comment
Fishing Boats Docked at Galveston Bay, Texas — Image by kenne
[Verse 1]
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch ’em roll away again, yeah
[Chorus]
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
[Verse 2]
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the ‘Frisco bay
‘Cause I’ve had nothing to live for
And look like nothin’s gonna come my way
[Chorus]
So I’m just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
[Bridge]
Look like nothing’s gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same, yes
[Verse 3]
Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
[Chorus]
Now, I’m just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
[Outro]
*Whistling*
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Sunday Afternoon At Gruene Hall 1 comment
Sunday Afternoon At Gruene Hall — Photo-Artistry by kenne
‘The Place’
Gruene Hall took on the mantel
‘Texas’s Oldest Dance Hall’
after Hurricane Katina destroyed
the Double Bayou Dance Hall in 2007
locally called ‘The Place’ for 65 years —
there was blues in this place
music by the people for the poor
served up with beer and bar-b-q
— kenne
Double Bayou Dance Hall (‘The Place’)
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Full Moon Over Double Bayou — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.”
– Carl Sandburg
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Friends of The Blues (FOB) Fund Raiser (09/06/02) Leave a comment
Raising Funds For The Friends of The Blues (09/06/02) — Images by kenne
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“The More It Stays The Same.” 3 comments
Jack “Old Jules” Purcell — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In June of 2006 Old Jules wrote on his blog So Far From Heaven “The More It Stays The Same.”
I hadn’t watched Easy Rider (Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper and Jack Nicholson, circa 1968) in three decades.
When I saw it again this past weekend I appreciated it again for the first time:
Nicholson: You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can’t understand what’s gone wrong with it.
Hopper: Huh. Man, everybody got chicken, that’s what happened, man. Hey, we can’t even get into like, uh, second-rate hotel, I mean, a second-rate motel. You dig? They think we’re gonna cut their throat or something, man. They’re scared, man.
Nicholson: Oh, they’re not scared of you. They’re scared of what you represent to ’em.
Hopper: Hey man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody needs a haircut.
Nicholson: Oh no. What you represent to them is freedom.
Hopper: What the hell’s wrong with freedom, man? That’s what it’s all about.
Nicholson: Oh yeah, that’s right, that’s what it’s all about, all right. But talkin’ about it and bein’ it – that’s two different things.
I mean, it’s real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace.
‘Course, don’t ever tell anybody that they’re not free ’cause then they’re gonna get real busy killin’ and maimin’ to prove to you that they are.
Oh yeah, they’re gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it’s gonna scare ’em.
Hopper: Mmmm, well, that don’t make ’em runnin’ scared.
Nicholson: No, it makes ’em dangerous.
Three young men searching for America who found it wasn’t what they bargained for.
Jack
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Texas Dancehall Days 1 comment
Double Bayou Dancehall (October 19, 2002) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
DOUBLE BAYOU, THAT IS
There’s a sound
coming from a place
down on the bayou,
Double Bayou, that is.
A place where
houserocking blues lovers
would swing to the blues,
Texas Blues, that is.
I miss that place,
a dance hall
down on the bayou,
Double Bayou, that is.
Sixty-seven years
alone the gulf coast,
badly damaged by Ike,
hurricane Ike, that is.
I miss Pete Mayes,
legendary blues man
who ran the dance hall,
Double Bayou, that is.
A true blues man,
everything he sang
had that blues feeling,
Texas blues, that is.
A Pete Mayes concert
at the dance hall
was a holidays tradition,
Christmas Holidays, that is.
“Old House Recognition”
sign how marks the place
where the blues rang
over the bayou,
Double Bayou, that is.
— kenne
Note: Click on the Double Bayou Dancehall below the top image
to see a video on the history of dancehall.
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4th Avenue de Jour 2 comments
Computer Art by kenne
Years ago, my friend Lindy and I were driving in
Central Texas to conduct a teacher in-service
when we saw an “Entering Mexia” sign.
Not being from Texas, I said, “Oh! We are
entering Mex-ee-uh.”
“No, you Yankee! That’s Mu-hay-uh,” she said.
We kept arguing, and finally, we decided to
settle the argument by stopping at the first
place we came to, go inside and ask a
local citizen. We went in, and I asked the girl
behind the counter to very slowly pronounce
the name of the place. She said,
“D-A-I-R-Y-Q-U-E-E-N.”
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“The Place” Down On The Bayou 4 comments
The Double Bayou Dance Hall, “The Place”, where you could get good smoke brisket
and local women offered homemade pecan, lemon meringue and sweet potato pies. (October 19, 2002) — Image by kenne
Break Between Sets at the Double Bayou Dance Hall, “The Place” (May 25, 2003) — Image by kenne
But the most dangerous thing in the world
is to run the risk of waking up one morning
and realizing suddenly that all this time
you’ve been living without really and truly living
and by then it’s too late. When you wake up
to that kind of realization,
it’s too late for wishes and regrets.
It’s even too late to dream.
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“You Can’t See Main Street from Wall Street” — Six Years Out 1 comment
Dave Pierce — Images & Video by kenne
April 12, 2009 Dave had friends and family over for a crawfish boil, after which he played guitar and sang some of his songs. One of the songs was the recently written, “You Can’t See Main Street from Wall Street.”
Chorus
You can’t see Main Street from Wall Street, any more.
The wolves of Manhattan keep us Standards, Poor.
A trillion more dollars, just borrowed on time.
But who signed your name, on the long dotted line ?
kenne
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Leaving Behind The Ice 1 comment
Early Morning in Ft. Stockton, Texas — Images by kenne
Slideshow of images driving icy roads in west Texas, January 3, 2015.
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Photos Found, But Never Lost 3 comments
Virginia & Chase
Jana, Chase, Great-grandma & Jill
Jana, Great-grandma Virginia, Chase, Jodie & Justin
Joy
Virginia, Jill, Joy & Justin
Justin, Virginia and Jana
Chase & Grandma Joy
The Woodlands, Texas, October 10, 2004 — Images by kenne
(CLICK ON ANY OF THE IMAGES TO SEE A LARGER VIEW IN A SLIDESHOW FORMAT.)
After Virginia passed away this past April, I began going through photos to have in a video. I thought I had identified all family images with her, however, recently I was looking for an old document and discovered untitled images misfiled in a folder, “Master Plan ISD.” I wonder how many others I may have misfiled.
Lost Photos, Now Found
Not lost until they were found —
Found, but never lost.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 