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Fear not O Muse! truly new ways and days receive, surround you,
I candidly confess a queer, queer race, of novel fashion,
And yet the same old human race, the same within, without,
Faces and hearts the same, feelings the same, yearning the same,
The same old love, beauty, and use the same.
— Walt Whitman
The Promise of Next Thanksgiving — by David Fitzsimmons (Arizona Daily Star)
Thanksgiving — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Thanksgiving Rose — Computer Art by kenne
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Tucson Basin — Computer Painting by kenne
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— William Blake
Computer Art by kenne
“Gratitude is the memory of the heart.”
– Jean Baptiste Massieu
These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there’s only future
There’s only here, there’s only now
Oh, your smiling face, your gracious presence
Oh, the fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory
They’re crying freedom in the night
These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one magician
Turned the water into wine
These are days of the endless dancing
And the long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When I’m holding you oh so tight
These are the days by the sparkling river
And His timely grace and the treasured find
This is the love of the one great magician
Turned the water into wine
These are the days now that we must savor
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You got to hold them in your heart
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These Are the Days, by Van Morrison
These Are the Days Video
Thanksgiving Still Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from “A Song of the Rolling Earth” by Walt Whitman
“Thanksgiving Cigar” — Image by kenne
THANKSGIVING CIGAR
— kenne
This Agave Stalk Has Grown Over Twelve Feet Since Thanksgiving.
The Power of Tequila! — Image by kenne
Agave [Cactus]
by Carol Hamilton
This poem can be found in the book, AGAVE —
“If you like tequila,
you will love the art,
songs, poems, stories,
and recipes in
AGAVE.”
Since moving to Tucson and becoming a Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalist, I know agaves are not cacti, and I live in the Sonoran Desert, not the Sonora Desert. However, since poets like to take poetic license, I will give Carol a pass on this one.
kenne
The Saturday after Thanksgiving we left Pala and returned to Tucson. Our normal route has been to head west to I-15, then east on I-8. This time we decided to take an alternate route parallel to I-8 through the mountains to the desert into Imperial Valley. Before reaching El Centro, in the valley and near the Salton Sea, we begin to see dust in the distance.
Signage told us that our route was taking us through Ocotillo Wells State Vehicular Recreation Area (SVRA). You could see RVs, with their flag poles up, in all directions. Ocotillo Wells is open for off-highway exploration and recreation, which in another life I would have loved to have experienced in my dirt-bike twenties.
As we headed east early in the morning, (about 8:00 am) the were just a few off-road vehicles out in the desert leaving behind a lot of dust, which would be a multiple of what the day would bring once hundreds of vehicles hit the dirt.
Once we were on I-8 and near Yuma, Arizona, we once again saw off-road vehicles, this time on the Algodones Dunes. The dunes are 45 miles long by 6 miles wide, extending along a northwest-southeast line that correlates to the prevailing northerly and westerly wind directions. Where I-8 crosses the Algodones Dunes, the frontage roads provide an easy access for off-road vehicles.
At least there’s not a lot of dust stirred-up by the many vehicles on the sand.
We stopped at a rest area to take a few photos of kids of all ages.
Images by kenne
DIRT IN MY LIFE
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Lonesome Gardenia — Image by kenne
The day after Thanksgiving is Black Friday,
A day many families go shopping together,
Not Joy’s family — it’s off to the casino!
A family thing, but not my thing,
Being an “in the margins guy” —
I’m at the casino, but I’m not.
On this day after Thanksgiving
The rains came, lots of rain,
As we drove to Pala Casino.
By the time we arrived,
The rain had stopped —
now hoping for sunshine.
But, the clouds stayed behind,
Limiting the poolside scenery —
What’s a guy to do?
I could still Capture the moment —
Flowers, there are always flowers
In southern California.
Flowers enrich the casino landscape,
Including gardenia shrubs
Hedged along the spa walls.
Looking around, I could find only one
Gardenia blossom, a lonesome gardenia —
We had something in common.
— kenne
Image by kenne
At this annual time of transition between calendar years, it is a time of reflecting and acting. A time of year for celebrating from Thanksgiving through the new year. It is the Holiday Season!
It is a time of year for considering “this and that,” (my grandmother’s words when I would ask, “What are you doing, Grandma?”) reflecting over 2013, it is a time to “ing” out the year.
. . . ing 2013
Wondering:
Wondering in search of this and that
Reflecting:
Reflecting on my past
Investing:
Investing in the future
Creating:
Creating more out of less
Giving:
Giving without motive
Being:
Being a teacher
Becoming:
Becoming by being my teacher
kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 
Large family gatherings such as Thanksgiving, brings together people with different persuasions, ideologies, and beliefs. At our gathering this year, Thanksgiving took on a special meaning for those who believe in the December 21, 2012 doomsday prophecies. This cartoon is for those who believe the world will end December 21st, and especially those who think everything needs to be privatized. These doomsday prophecies (Cults and Mind Control) are good for business!
kenne
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