Thanksgiving — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Thanksgiving with kin
Years of working at fitting in
But do I belong?
— kenne
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Thanksgiving Rose — Computer Art by kenne
My Thanksgiving rose
It is yours if you want it
A gift of my love.
— kenne
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HAPPY THANKSGIVING! 1 comment
Tucson Basin — Computer Painting by kenne
Wishing everyone a super Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy the time together.
— kenne
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
— William Blake
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“Gratitude is the memory of the heart.” 1 comment
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“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
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The gift is to the giver . . . 2 comments
Thanksgiving Still Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne
2.
Whoever you are! motion and reflection are especially for you,
The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.
Whoever you are! you are he or she for whom the earth is solid and liquid,
You are he or she for whom the sun and moon hang in the sky,
For none more than you are the present and the past,
For none more than you is immortality.
Each man to himself and each woman to herself, is the word of the
past and present, and the true word of immortality;
No one can acquire for another–not one,
Not one can grow for another–not one.
The song is to the singer, and comes back most to him,
The teaching is to the teacher, and comes back most to him,
The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most to him,
The theft is to the thief, and comes back most to him,
The love is to the lover, and comes back most to him,
The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him–it cannot fail,
The oration is to the orator, the acting is to the actor and actress
not to the audience,
And no man understands any greatness or goodness but his own, or
the indication of his own.
— from “A Song of the Rolling Earth” by Walt Whitman
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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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Agave Stalk — Over Twelve Feet Since Thanksgiving 5 comments
This Agave Stalk Has Grown Over Twelve Feet Since Thanksgiving.
The Power of Tequila! — Image by kenne
Agave [Cactus]
by Carol Hamilton
You don’t squeeze tequila
from a pumped up, rubbery leaf.
Nothing is easy in Mexico,
and everything takes time,
patience, muscle. Hacking
and digging and hacking
and a deep pit and fire
and time and time and time.
I lose time, forget it at
the other end of the tequila,
but left to me, that cactus
would still be standing there
on the [Sonora] Desert
undisturbed.
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
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The Dirt People 3 comments
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
Children play in dirt
We stay connected to dirt
Always washing hands.
I had a dirt bike
When I was in my twenties
Fate was on my side.
Now I hike in dirt
Staying bonded to nature
Not destroying it.
— kenne
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Capturing The Moment — A Lonesome Gardenia 4 comments
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
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The Holiday Season — A Time For Being And Becoming 1 comment
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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
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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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