
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.
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.
Bath time for this curve-billed thrasher — Image & Video by kenne
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
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.
— Vincent van Gogh
Video by kenne
— Vincent van Gogh
Sunflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Vincent van Gogh
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
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
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
Amazon Rainforest Sunset (August 2019) — Image by kenne
— kenne
“Let’s Dance, Grandma” — James and Joy (October 2, 2021)
Charles Bukowski
– – Charles Bukowski (Source: Oldpoetry.com)
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
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