Tag: Photography
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The Last Morning Ride Of July 2025
The Last Morning Ride Of July 2025 Pristine summer morningSky-domeA few tiny cloud-wispsOver the eastern peaksSome dappled shadeFrom Mesquite andPalo verde as weStreak throughThe barriosLike the tortoiseIn that fabled race More debris inThe dry riverbedLeft by recededMonsoon floodwatersOr just maybeThe same ol’Litter bugs Crossed the new bridgeBetween Grant andEl CaminoThen headed homeSouth into a lightHeadwind…
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Last Tuesday Morning Ride Of July 2025
Last Tuesday Morning Ride Of July 2025 Bright pristine skyNo cloud-shadows toBreak up the glareJust the morningBar and QR codes fromSun through the trees Except for TumamocAnd A-mountainRinging mountainsLightly silhouetted inSummer sky-blueVeil of mists Aging Brittlebush bloomsSticking out helter-skelterLike common pins fromA pin cushion Or if more darkly imagined Like a plethora ofMisery-pinsProtruding from a…
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Letters Of Marque
Letters Of Marque That is ‘privateers’In other wordsPiratesSanctioned byGovernments toRaid and capture, orSink enemyCommercial entitiesShips, stores, and suchTheir frequent symbolThe Jolly RogerCrossed bones withA grinning skull atop Even though letters of marqueOfficially faded awayIn the mid nineteenth centuryModern ‘privateers’That is piratesStill ply their tradeBut they are now calledHedge fund managers I’m waiting for themTo use…
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Late July Morning Ride
Late July Morning Ride Blindingly bright morning skyClear, but for a few wispsOver the northern peaks Pale yellow butterfliesFlit among the amarilloBrittlebush blossomsBlooming for the umpteenthTime this seasonTuesday’s monsoon watersPooled underThe Congress Street bridge A new bridge spans theBrush-clogged, homeless andTrash strewn drySanta Cruz riverbed While a lone hawkSurveys his riverbedHunting ground from aHigh bridge…
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Lies, Lies, Lies – It Never Changes – Ever!
Wrote this over a year ago… Unfortunately, it applies now, as much as ever…; -/ Brain-numbing Mendacity utter mendacityup is downdown is upin is out andout is in you going to believeyour own eyes and earslisten to your own feelingsor what our owners andtheir lickspittles tell you victims are the predatorsthe predators are the preypoliticians…
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Te Katana – Hand-blades
Te Katana – Hand-blades – but no steel involvedjust flesh and bone Kote Gaeshi movementRaising and circlingHand-blades spiritualAround the attacker’sGrasping and gripping Cut at the wristsEither inside or outPress attacker’s centerCutting back towardsThe throat Cuts as deeplyAs any steel blade –LE – 7/20/25 PS: Aiki Jujutsu and ultimately Aikido are based on the fighting arts…
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One Of Life’s Great Ironies
One Of Life’s Great Ironies – At Least For Me Youth spent in aStrict authoritarian homeDad was king of his castleWithout a crown Mom was authoritarian, tooOf the religiousSouthern Baptist hueCorporal punishment, the go-to As I matured and opened my mindDad blamed the schools for myGrowing humanistic viewsThough my organizing thoughtsCame straight from the family…
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Morning Ride Meditation
Morning Ride Meditation Riding the Tucson LoopA meditative experience Am present in the sunshineThe only breeze generatedBy my pedalingOn this still morning The sky canvas isWashed blue withSemi-dry China white’n’grayishBrush strokesHere and there inThe southern sky The ring of mountainsAround the Tucson basinRendered sharp and clearTheir occasional crenelationsGiving the impression ofWalled fortifications Skinks and RoadrunnersContinually crisscrossing…
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Good Trouble Lives On Protest – Tucson
Good Trouble Lives On Protest – Tucson We participated in the ‘Good Trouble Lives On’ potest this morning at Reid Park, Tucson. It started out slow. We arrived about half an hour early, and there was only the table set up to distribute signs. There were speakers at the Demeester Performance Center Stage. When they…
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Mid July Morning Ride On The Tucson Loop
Mid July Morning Ride But firstHad to take care ofLast Friday’s flatRear tire halfOff the rimDragged it the last mileHome, its ass-endIn the airOff the rim Success The sky isCloudless andLight cerulean Eastern and southernMountains but SilhouettesVeiled in misty-blueWhile the Tucson’sDragon teeth ridgesGlint in morning’s sun Skinks skittle helter skelterToo many placesAlong the pathSome pausedIn…
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