Panorama Video by kenne
This is a panoramic view of the Tucson basin with a segment of the Catalina highway below that leads up to Mt. Lemmon.
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Windy Point Vista 1 comment
Curve-billed Thrasher At Patio Fountain Leave a comment
Bath time for this curve-billed thrasher — Image & Video by kenne
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Celebrating Jeri And Ron’s Golden Anniversary 3 comments
Palm Springs California (June 17, 2022) — Image by kenne
The family gathered in Palm Springs to celebrate the Golden Anniversary of Jeri and Ron Roelling.
Golden Kudos
Another anniversary;
Kudos are now due
To this radiant, golden couple:
Your 50th is quite a coup!
You keep on keeping on;
However do you do it?
You make marriage look so easy,
Like there’s really nothing to it.
Congratulations, you two;
We wish you all the best.
May all the years to come
Be just as richly blessed.
— Joanna Fuchs
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Palm Springs Aerial Tramway 3 comments
Looking Down Through Chino Canyon To The Coachella Valley Below (Greater Palm Springs) — Image by kenne
Palm Springs Aerial Tramway — Photo Essay by kenne
(Click On Any Image To See In A Slideshow Format
The Palm Springs Aerial Tramway—the world’s largest rotating tram car—travels over two-and-one-half miles
along the breathtaking cliffs of Chino Canyon, transporting riders to the pristine wilderness of the Mt. San Jacinto
State Park. During a ten-minute journey, tram cars rotate slowly, offering picturesque and spectacular
vistas of the valley floor below. Once reaching the Mountain Station—elevation 8,516 feet—enjoy two restaurants,
observation decks, natural history museum, two documentary theaters, a gift shop, and over 50 miles of hiking trails.
Tramway Video by kenne
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Experiencing the Van Gogh Immersive Exhibit — Scottsdale 1 comment
Experiencing the Van Gogh Immersive Exhibit (Scottsdale, June 15, 2022) — Image by kenne
We have wanted to see the Immersive van Gogh exhibit for some time.
So, since we had planned on attending Jeri and Ron’s 50th Anniversary,
June 16-18 in Palm Springs, we drove up to Scottsdale on the 15.
The exhibition, conceived by Creative Director Mathieu St-Arnaud and his team at Montreal’s
world-renowned Normal Studio, is an immersive experience that features more
than 300 of Vincent Van Gogh’s iconic artworks and takes the art lover
into a three-dimensional world that exhilarates the senses.
“I find comfort in contemplating the sunflowers.”
— Vincent van Gogh
Video by kenne
“I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”
— Vincent van Gogh
Sunflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it.”
— Vincent van Gogh
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Graduation Pool Party, Atascocita, Texas Leave a comment
The Resendez and Turner Families Hosted a Pool Party for Graduates Katelyn Turner
and Robert Resendez in Atascocita, Texas, May 29, 2022 — Images by kenne
(Click on any image to view in slideshow format.)
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Kae Is Getting More Attention Leave a comment
Kae Tempest — Photo-Artistry by kenne from a Photo by Wolfgang Tillmans
A couple of years ago, I posted: “I’m a new fan of Kae Tempest, an English spoken word performer, poet, recording artist, novelist, and playwright — a great performer by any measure. Then, in January 2022,
I did a post on Kae’s latest book, “On Connections,” in which they extolled the importance of finding meanings in the little things.
Like most people, when I first hear about an artist, I feel like I was the one who discovered the artist.
So, I was both surprised and pleased to learn about Kae’s appearance on Jimmy Fallon’s The Tonight Show this past Monday.
— kenne
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Birding In Ecuador 1 comment
Andean Cockof the Rock — Image by Hugh Poland
In early February, my stepson-in-law went birding in Ecuador. Upon his return to Kingwood, Texas, Hugh put together this trip video.
— kenne
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A Tacana Family Headed Down the Tuichi River to Rurrenabaque in the Amazon — HDR Image by kenne
The Tacana people live along the Beni River in the Madidi National Park, Amazon.
The Tuichi River joins the Beni River upstream from the town Rurrenabaque.
Pedro, our Tacana guide demonstrated the indigenous technique of fishing.
Matt did have some success on our Day 3. — Image by kenne
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Amazon Rainforest Sunset (August 2019) — Image by kenne
Spending time on the river
walking its banks,
seeing the variety of wildlife,
that lingers there,
makes for beautiful
paintings and photographs,
for people to admire.
— kenne
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Let’s Dance, Grandma 4 comments
“Let’s Dance, Grandma” — James and Joy (October 2, 2021)
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Another Existential Moment — Charles Bukowski Leave a comment
Charles Bukowski
Tom Russell has great respect for Warren Zevon’s work, but probably none more than “Carmelita,” which he combines
with Charles Bukowski’s, “Crucifix In A Deathhand,” on his Modern Art CD. By putting the two together, Russell
demonstrates his appreciation and understanding of Bukowski’s words and the lyrics of Warren Zevon. It just so happens
that “Crucifix In A Deathhand” is my favorite Bukowski poem.
Crucifix In a Death Hand
yes, they begin out in a willow, I think
the starch mountains begin out in the willow
and keep right on going without regard for
pumas and nectarines
somehow these mountains are like
an old woman with a bad memory and
a shopping basket.
we are in a basin. that is the
idea. down in the sand and the alleys,
this land punched-in, cuffed-out, divided,
held like a crucifix in a deathhand,
this land bought, resold, bought again and
sold again, the wars long over,
the Spaniards all the way back in Spain
down in the thimble again, and now
real estaters, subdividers, landlords, freeway
engineers arguing. this is their land and
I walk on it, live on it a little while
near Hollywood here I see young men in rooms
listening to glazed recordings
and I think too of old men sick of music
sick of everything, and death like suicide
I think is sometimes voluntary, and to get your
hold on the land here it is best to return to the
Grand Central Market, see the old Mexican women,
the poor . . . I am sure you have seen these same women
many years before
arguing
with the same young Japanese clerks
witty, knowledgeable and golden
among their soaring store of oranges, apples
avocados, tomatoes, cucumbers –
and you know how these look, they do look good
as if you could eat them all
light a cigar and smoke away the bad world.
then it’s best to go back to the bars, the same bars
wooden, stale, merciless, green
with the young policeman walking through
scared and looking for trouble,
and the beer is still bad
it has an edge that already mixes with vomit and
decay, and you’ve got to be strong in the shadows
to ignore it, to ignore the poor and to ignore yourself
and the shopping bag between your legs
down there feeling good with its avocados and
oranges and fresh fish and wine bottles, who needs
a Fort Lauderdale winter?
25 years ago there used to be a whore there
with a film over one eye, who was too fat
and made little silver bells out of cigarette
tinfoil. the sun seemed warmer then
although this was probably not
true, and you take your shopping bag
outside and walk along the street
and the green beer hangs there
just above your stomach like
a short and shameful shawl, and
you look around and no longer
see any
old men.
– – Charles Bukowski (Source: Oldpoetry.com)
There’s a video on YouTube of Russell in a live performance talking and singing about Charles Bukowski, Warren Zevon, and Dave Van Ronk that will give you a better feel for this morning distraction.
— kenne
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No Words Can Describe 1 comment
We spent some brief moments with brother Tom during our trip to Seattle for Lisa’s and Mike’s wedding on Lummi Island (August 29, 2009).
It’s never been easy for anyone to figure out the Turner boys, let alone one to the other. In some ways,
however, if you know one of us, then you know the other. We are very much alike, but selectively taking some similarities to an extreme (by choice and personality), which appear different.
This video is about my brother; therefore, it’s about me.
“The cat’s in the well and grief is showing its face
The world’s being slaughtered and it’s such a bloody disgrace.”
— kenne
For Crying Out Loud (September 2009)
(The video can be enlarged by clicking on HD at the top right and the four arrows in the the lower right corner.)
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Eastern Bluebird — Photo-Artistry by kenne
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don’t know
but he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below
Well, he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
and his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
and Willie, he was once a great blues singer
so Wing & Willie wrote him up a song
— from Blue Wing by Tom Russell
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Another Glass Of Wine My Dear (April 5, 2007) — Image by kenne
Have Some Medeira, M’dear
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen.
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean.
He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat
To view his collection of stamps,
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat,
The wine, his cigar and the lamps:
Have some madeira, m’dear.
You really have nothing to fear.
I’m not trying to tempt you, that wouldn’t be right,
You shouldn’t drink spirits at this time of night.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
It’s really much nicer than beer.
I don’t care for sherry, one cannot drink stout,
And port is a wine I can well do without…
It’s simply a case of chacun a son gout
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Unaware of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grass
And the fate of the maiden who topes,
She lowered her standards by raising her glass,
Her courage, her eyes and his hopes.
She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did!
He promptly refilled it again,
And he said as he secretly carved one more notch
On the butt of his gold-headed cane:
Have some madeira, m’dear,
I’ve got a small cask of it here.
And once it’s been opened, you know it won’t keep.
Do finish it up.
It will help you to sleep.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
It’s really an excellent year.
Now if it were gin, you’d be wrong to say yes
The evil gin does would be hard to assess..
Besides it’s inclined to affect me prowess,
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had said
With her antepenultimate breath,
“Oh my child, should you look on the wine that is red
Be prepared for a fate worse than death!”
She let go her glass with a shrill little cry,
Crash!
Tinkle! it fell to the floor;
When he asked,
“What in Heaven?”
She made no reply,
Up her mind, and a dash for the door.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Rang out down the hall loud and clear
With a tremulous cry that was filled with despair,
As she fought to take breath in the cool midnight air,
Have some madeira, m’dear.
The words seemed to ring in her ear.
Until the next morning, she woke in her bed
With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head…
And a beard in her lug ‘ole that tickled and said:
Have some madeira, m’dear!
—Flanders and Swann
Becoming is Superior to Being 