Thursday, September 28, 2006


Len, here's a picture I took while climbing a Mayan pyramid in the ruins at Coba. See how tranquil everything is? I think you gotta calm down and take it easy or you're gonna explode.
Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Come and Visit

I'm on a serious streak and have started writing elsewhere for a while. Don't take anything without a doubt. Never accept what you see wikthout question. Free your mind and your ass will follow. bluesmonday.blogspot.com

Don't drink. Don't take drugs. Walk righteously and freely with your God. Keep your mind clear. Just don't pray to God and Allah and Buddah and then expect to win the lottery. In the end, none of them care if you win or not. The message is bigger than what they can do for you and me. It's who they are. More exactly, it's who God is.

I don't pretend that all religions who adhere to monotheism praise the same God. I'm just saying there is one God and his name is mystery to us all. All we can do is know him if we seek him. His ways are not ours and that is a good thing. We'd really be in trouble if he did what we wanted. We are better off just trusting him. Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

brown canyon


Ask Leonard.

He can explain.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Old School House Bed & Breakfast, Bisbee



Thursday, September 21, 2006

If I Knew The Way, I Would Take You Home

I knew it's been coming for quite a while now. The realization that I am gonna get a whole lotta shit is inevitable to me. Face it. I've tilted with windmills long enough, far longer than Quixote did. Hell, Brer Quixote went out after a quest. His love was Rosciante. No, wait. That was his horse. Damn. I'm confused.

Anyways, El ingenioso hidalgo Don Quixote de la Mancha was a fighting fool. He went like loco after something most of us miss completely. He went to fight injustice in the name of his beloved, the Lady Dulcinea del Toboso. He loved her first and Roscinate, his beloved steed, took him on this weird and worried quest. Both ladies deserve blame and respect simultaneously.

See, the guy went in a most quixotic way (gee, did I steal that?) after the bad and damnable. He was, alas, in a senile state. Thankfully, he was under the care of his self-proclaimed squire Sancho.

Why do I always think of the Cisco Kid right now, even when his name isn't Pancho?

Or Lefty?

I guess what I'm looking at is the idea that the senile and twisted among us are sometimes the leaders, the seers that show the way to redemption. Sometimes they fight the hardest because they wanna get out. It's almost like the obsessive and compulsive run the earth, rather than the clear and concise? I don't know. Most of the time I can't figure out even who I am in the mix.

But look at the comparison. Who would you rather listen to? The weird and trusting souls like Quixote, or the concise and calculating beings that formulate every move and step you and I take? Who is easier to trust? For me, it's always been rhetorical.

It's funny how, in an historical retrospect, someone like Nixon or Carter seemed easier to follow than Clinton or Bush. In spite of their fairs and fouls, Dick and Jimmy were, somehow, men you could count on. You knew where they stood. You knew who was in charge.

Like George, Teddy, Jefferson, Abe, they were leaders. Strong or weak, they distinguished themselves as leaders and never made excuses for their failings. The people loved them and the people hate them. There was little neutral ground for their likes.

Carter and Nixon as the new heads on Rushmore? Why not? Why not all of 'em? I guess anyone that can want to lead a weird and twisted people like us (remember, they represent all of us) deserves a place of honor. I can't think of a president that I haven't felt some sort of loyalty for, no matter their shortcomings or sins.

Yeah, even Nixon.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Darkness on the face of the deep...

I don't know how long I've been pretending that all is well. In retrospect, probably most of my life. Sure, I can blame my upbringing and the characters I love called parents. But, at this resolve, what's the difference?

I don't ever recall being someone who relinquished responsibility for choices, good or bad. I know I've made them both and I have a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't got time to hide. Have I avoided the consequences of the bad? Sure, no doubt there. Am I willing to take the consequences for the bad? Sure, again no doubt.

So, you ask, what's the problem? It's the "big picture". You know, El Schema del Dio. It's the big image. How do I fit in the Cosmic dust, the debris of the ages? Conversely, does it matter besides today?

Oh, yeah. Today is what we live with. Yesterday is now a non-existent fact and tomorrow is all speculation. Repentance is important, individually, but does it change the master plan? Maybe redemption is the master plan and I, silly me, have broken free of the angst of tomorrow and the guilt of yesterday.

The guy with the answers, somehow, keeps avoiding me, it seems. "Gimme some light" I beg. The answer? An eternal smile.

I've been remembering the writing of Par Lagerkvist of late. In his story "The Eternal Smile", the guilty and unredeemed of the world go out searching for God to give meaning to their wretchedness and guilt.

God, in the guise of Mr. Pedersen the grocer, is innocently cutting wood, maybe sawing logs, when they, the children of the earth, approach HIM and demand an answer to the meaning of all their struggles and strife.

His answer, "I only meant that you shouldn't be bored".

The river's on the rise and we all fight for higher ground. A few more years of toil and a thousand years of happiness. Just can't go back to paradise. I killed a man back there.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Homecoming dance


My daughter Sarah and her main squeeze, Marc, on Friday night. *SIGH* They grow up too fast, don't they?

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Viva!


Viva Mexico!



Mexican Independence Day celebration in Naco, Sonora.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Mimosa meat-cutter



He's cooking up something back there but I don't know what. Maybe some pesto.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Gold strike in Bisbee



Every year this couple from Scottsdale, Arizona, enjoy vacationing in this vintage-Airstream trailer park that collectively is operated like a motel and has an authentic 1950s-style diner nearby to quell hunger pangs.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Bisbee mansion


Saturday, September 09, 2006

Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't got time to hide.

"I'd walk through a blazing fire, baby, if I knew you was on the other side."


"Everything I've ever known to be right has been proven wrong
I'll be drifting along
The woman I'm loving she rules my heart
No knife could ever cut our love apart.

Today I'll stand in faith and raise
The voice of praise
The sun is strong, I'm standing in the light
I wish to God that it were night"

Nettie Moore by Bob Dylan -2006

Friday, September 08, 2006

Mimosa Market


On the upper end of Brewery Gulch in Bisbee, Arizona, the Mimosa Market has everything a person could need from a grocery store: fresh fruits, vegetables, meats, beverages, candies and much more.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Bisbee has it all


Sunday, September 03, 2006

backlit beauty and her beast


This was taken at the Lavender Pit in Bisbee, Arizona. I won't tolerate any comments alleging hyperbole in the title of the photo. This was merely an exercise of natural backlighting, taught to me by the great photo wizards Larry and 'The Clux' somewhere near Crawfordsville, Indiana, circa 1985.

fixer-upper in Bisbee


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