Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw — Framed Art by kenne
Each morning, we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.
— Buddha
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Sandhill Cranes — Framed Art 1 comment
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Sandhill Cranes (Whitewater Draw) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Moving elegantly they
stand in shallow water
of the whitewater draw.
Their loud, trumpeting call
creating a cacophony of sound
inspiring to nearby birders.
These crimson-capped birds
with their dignified manner
appear in a stately procession.
— kenne
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Sandhill Cranes Over Whitewater Draw — Image by kenne
After leaving at sunrise
to feed in the nearby fields
hundreds of cranes return
at mid-day, squawking in a
cacophony heard miles around.
It’s sunny with a few passing
clouds drifting overhead
in the distance
mountains rise above
the farm and ranch lands.
These big birds prefer
the shallow waters of the draw
where they stand protected
from predators who prefer
to stay out of the water.
Geese, ducks and other
waterfowl can be found
wintering here in southeast
Arizona attracting birders
with scopes and cameras.
I don’t see myself as a birder,
birders are strange
counting and taking notes
to be placed on eBird,
me, I just take photos.
Occasionally we make small talk
going through our social necessities
thinking about it or not thinking about it
walking freely on by not holding to the
moment so as not to remember.
— kenne
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Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw in Southeast Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Returning to Whitewater Draw
It’s fun to watch
the amazing spectacle
of large elegant birds
returning
from the feeding fields
standing
in the shallow waters
giving out loud,
rattling bugle calls
echoing
sounds across the valley.
It’s always the same,
birders with binoculars and cameras,
strapped on their shoulders
and cranes standing
in the shallow waters
of Whitewater Draw.
— kenne
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The Sandhill Cranes Have Headed North 2 comments
The Sandhill Cranes Have Headed North — Images by kenne
Cranes flying north
To their northern breeding grounds
White-winged doves return.
— kenne
White-winged Dove — Image by kenne
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Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area — Image by kenne
Spread Your Wings for me
Creating a movement rhythm
In the mid-day sun.
— kenne
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Sandhill Cranes Flying Into Whitewater Draw in Southeast Arizona — Images by kenne
(The blurred dots are cranes in the distance.)
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“Getting Frisky” (January 20, 2022) — Image by kenne
Sandhill Cranes playing around at Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area In Southern Arizona.
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Birds Flying, an Abstract — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Snowbirds
The big birds feel
it in their feathers
nature’s call
to start the long
flight to their
northern home
having spent
winter near shallow
desert waters.
— kenne
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“Flight” (Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Flying Inside Your Own Body
Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
and your heart is light too & huge,
beating with pure joy, pure helium.
The sun’s white winds blow through you,
there’s nothing above you,
you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
radiant & seablue with love.
It’s only in dreams you can do this.
Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,
a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;
the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight
down on the think pink rind of your skull.
It’s always the moment just before gunshot.
You try & try to rise but you cannot.
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
and your heart is light too & huge,
beating with pure joy, pure helium.
The sun’s white winds blow through you,
there’s nothing above you,
you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
radiant & seablue with love.
It’s only in dreams you can do this.
Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,
a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;
the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight
down on the think pink rind of your skull.
It’s always the moment just before gunshot.
You try & try to rise but you cannot.
— Margaret Atwood
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Sandhill Crane (Whitewater Draw) — Image by kenne
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Reflections In The Water (Whitewater Draw) — Image by kenne
We stand together
Reflecting togetherness
Legs in the water.
— kenne
