Joy wading out on Galveston West Beach to be with the grandchildren.
This year Joy’s birthday was celebrated in Galveston, Texas. We rented a beach house on the west end of Galveston Island. Hugh had written a song that was to have been performed at the beach house, but schedules made it difficult to happen there. So, several days later Hugh set-up his equipment in Jill’s game room for Joy and myself with James as cameraman and Jill doing the rhythm. Hugh actually did a mini-concert for Joy.
I’m now back in Tucson, Joy will be returning on the 21st — you know how grandmothers are.
At a February of 2009 fundraiser
for Diunna Greenleaf, Mean Gene Kelton
was one of several musicians playing for the cause.
In addition to being a great musician,
Mean Gene is a master storyteller
in the oral tradition of what I refer to as
“Rural Mississippi Backporch” style — I love it!
In this video, Mean Gene shares a Dallas Texas gig experience
he and his band had traveled with Diunna, before going into
playing, “I Play the Blues for a Livin’.”
This time of year Tanuri Ridge is brightened with yellow Palo Verde blossoms under beautiful spring skies. This posting first appeared April 2014 with the poem, “Our Neighborhood — Trying to Reason,” which includes the line “pools of sorrow waves of joy” from the Beatles song, “Across the Universe.”
“Waves of Joy” — Image by kenne OUR NEIGHBORHOOD — TRYING TO REASON
We traverse these streets, sometimes early in the morning, sometimes late in the day, sometimes walking, sometimes running — always for a reason.
We wave at passersby, sometimes we greet them, sometimes it’s just a smile sometimes we stop and talk, sometimes walking together, always for a reason.
We have neighborly expectations, sometimes it’s watering plants, sometimes it’s calling the ill, sometimes it’s being complimentary, sometimes it’s being watchful, always for a reason.
We can be a convivial people, sometimes we go out together, sometimes we party together, sometimes we join clubs together, sometimes we share community work, always for a reason.
We can be adversaries, sometimes our expectations are not real, sometimes we overreact, sometimes we take reactions personally, sometimes power is polarized, frustration generalized, always for a reason.
We can be Pleasantville, sometimes we are without color, sometimes we are in pools of sorrow, sometimes we are in waves of joy,
sometimes drifting through my open mind,
always for a reason.
My daughter Kate and grandson Kenne Jaxon — Image by kenne
Each week I get an image, like a postcard from Dewitt Jones. His images are inspiring, and his voice is my voice. So, I share his TEDx with you — enjoy. — kenne
The Genius Of The Crowd – Poem by Charles Bukowski
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers beware the knowers beware those who are always reading books beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain like a tiger like hemlock
Double Bayou Dancehall (October 19, 2002) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Joy wading out on Galveston West Beach to be with the grandchildren. 
“Waves of Joy” — Image by kenne
“Pools of Sorrow” — Image by kenne
My daughter Kate and grandson Kenne Jaxon — Image by kenne
Charles Bukowski — Grunge Art by kenne
