Traveling down the Beni River with a few jungle stops before returning to Rurrenabaque.
Video by kenne
The bridge at Rurrenabaque, Bolivia — Images by kenne
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Balsa Wood Rafting On The Tuichi River 1 comment
Balsa Wood Rafting On the Tuichi River, Madidi National Forest — Images and Video by kenne
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Texas Dancehall Days 1 comment
Double Bayou Dancehall (October 19, 2002) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
DOUBLE BAYOU, THAT IS
There’s a sound
coming from a place
down on the bayou,
Double Bayou, that is.
A place where
houserocking blues lovers
would swing to the blues,
Texas Blues, that is.
I miss that place,
a dance hall
down on the bayou,
Double Bayou, that is.
Sixty-seven years
alone the gulf coast,
badly damaged by Ike,
hurricane Ike, that is.
I miss Pete Mayes,
legendary blues man
who ran the dance hall,
Double Bayou, that is.
A true blues man,
everything he sang
had that blues feeling,
Texas blues, that is.
A Pete Mayes concert
at the dance hall
was a holidays tradition,
Christmas Holidays, that is.
“Old House Recognition”
sign how marks the place
where the blues rang
over the bayou,
Double Bayou, that is.
— kenne
Note: Click on the Double Bayou Dancehall below the top image
to see a video on the history of dancehall.
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Would You Mind Taking Our Picture? 2 comments
I’m not always behind the camera — I prefer to be, but I’m not.
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A Birthday Song for Joy –“Kenne and Joy” 3 comments
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.
kenne
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The Blues Always Tells a Story!
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’.”
kenne
Video at the Big Easy in Houston, Texas
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Pools Of Sorrow, Waves Of Joy 2 comments
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.
— kenne
“Pools of Sorrow” — Image by kenne
