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Tumacácori (September 27, 2019)– Image by kenne
“As Jesuit Eusebio Francisco Kino and his party approached the O’odham (or Pima) settlement of Tumacácori in January 1691, they rode the wave of a century of expansion northward along New Spain’s west coast corridor. The Jesuits had performed tens of thousands of baptisms and also become the region’s most powerful social and economic force. But the tide carried them no farther north than the Pimería Alta, home of the upper Piman Indians.” — Read more . . .
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“Earth, Sky and Tumacácori” — Photo Artistry by kenne
A priestly man
once traveled
the desert southwest
mounted a horse
armed only with love
a force without
a presidio of soldiers
connecting with people
of many tribes
building adobe missions
each opened to the morning sun
located within walking distance
understanding the desert paradox.
— kenne
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Hiker — Computer Painting by kenne
Boots stir the trail dust
the morning you know,
shadows fashion the ground
soon to be abandoned.
She leads us into the,
a hiking we will go.
Others follow her shadows
bright sunlight in their eyes,
the trail edges glow
a sun lit boardwalk.
In this land of the past
Spanish wagons kept coming
building a place of worship
near the Santa Cruz,
Tumacácori up river
from Nogales — I believe.
This is my new land
in the land of old
where hiking
is my past time.
Is this world real,
or a reflection of dreams
on the shadow side
of nature’s spirit
not blind to the worth
of this wonderful gift.
— kenne
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Hiking the de Anza Trail between Tubac and Tumacacori, Arizona, 20 miles north of Nogales, Sonora, Mexico — Images by kenne.
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Cockerbur Weeds, not a place to let your dog run free. — Image by kenne
A Cockerbur Night
She was hard to see in the dark,
I called and called but her puppy spirit
Was sending an invitation to come play —
It was late and dark, not a time for playing.
I was not interested in chasing her in the dark,
So I closed the door and waited for ten minutes.
Not hearing her bark, I checked on her,
Again, calling and calling — this time looking for her.
Frustrated and worried, I went back in the house.
Through the night I listened for her.
Waking early at first light I readied for a search,
But as I opened the door, there she was
Lying on the “Welcome” doormat.
Jumping up, I hugged her,
Feeling the imbedded cockerburs
Collected from her night of play.
— kenne
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Bunkhouse Alone The De Anza Trail Between Tubac and Tumacacori in Southern Arizona– Images by kenne
Almost A Line of Poetry
Winter’s trees place shadows on the walls.
Leaves pepper the dirt floors
Below broken rafters open to the sky.
Windows and doors missing from their opening.
An old canning jar, hot-pot and boots
Placed in open window, not by chance.
Someone arranged them —
Almost a line of poetry.
— kenne
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“Earth, Sky and Tumacácori” — Image by kenne
A priestly man
once traveled
the desert southwest
mounted a horse
armed only with love
a force without
a presidio of soldiers
connecting with people
of many tribes
building adobe missions
each opened to the morning sun
located within walking distance
understanding the desert paradox.
kenne
Second Annual Festival Kino Celebration
at Tumacácori National Historical Park
32.270209
-110.860703
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Bunkhouse Windows — Images by kenne
Hidden
Under a thick mesquite bosque,
A barbwire fence
Separates
The historic Juan Bautista de Anza trail
From an old
Abandoned building,
Whose cracked adobe walls
And collapsing roof
Provide sunlight and shadow
Through yawning windows
On individual items
Of cowboys past —
Enduring whispers
From a permanent
Desert breeze
Bearing celebratory voices
After a hard day’s ride.
kenne
32.270209
-110.860703
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Becoming is Superior to Being 