Bearded Penstemons — Image by kenne
High upon the mountain trail,
Where pine and aspen share the breeze,
The bearded penstemon blooms bright
Among the grasses and the trees.
Its petals gather drops of rain,
Its stems bend lightly in the wind,
Yet every blossom seems to hold
The strength of stone beneath its skin.
When sunset paints the distant peaks
In amber, rose, and fading gold,
The penstemon keeps its quiet watch,
A mountain treasure to behold.
Spring Awakening -- Image by kenne
Along the mountain's winding trail,
Spring scatters blossoms on the breeze.
Purple lupines sway and bow,
While golden poppies light the leaves.
The Santa Catalinas glow
In shades of yellow, red, and blue.
Each blossom is a mountain song,
Brief, bright, and forever true.
Flame Skimmer Dragonfly at Sweetwater Wetlands — Image by kenne
Morning light awakens
Flame skimmer patrols the pond
Day begins in gold
Image by kenne
Morning light settles
On the trail beside the fence
Pines breathe in the breeze
Hiking with Friends -- Image by kenne
Through the empty frame
Friends wander beneath blue skies
Past and present meet
The marine blue butterfly wears
its colors like a living watercolor,
drifting between gray and blue
as it dances through the air,
each turn of its wings
creating a new masterpiece of light.
The Outer Banks -- Photo-artistry by kenne
Salt air, sand, and wind -
the OuterBanks keep their song,
old as the moon's pull.
Katelyn Turner (April 1, 2005) -- Image by kenne
Photo-aritistry by kenne
The mountains stand ancient and unmoving
while the turbine blades
spin endlessly in the West Texas breeze.
This photo-artistry composition
celebrates the contrast between
permanence and motion,
stone and sky,
past and future.
Mat and Kate, March 2005 -- Image by kenne
Image by kenne
Through weathered boards,
sunlight slips in thin ribbons,
laying shadows on the earth below.
The dirt floor becomes a canvas
where light and darkness sketch
their fleeting masterpiece.
Anna's Hummingbird On Nest -- Image by kenne
A branch, a nest, a bird.
Nothing more is needed.
Spider silk binds the walls,
lichen softens the edges.
The Anna's hummingbird rests there,
breathing with the rhythm of the desert morning.
Image by kenne
Night loosens its grip.
A thin blade of light
slides along the Rincons,
touching rock,
touching thorn.
The saguaros stand silent,
holding the cold
of a thousand dawns.
Above them,
the dark sky remembers blue.
A Desire to Hike In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
She was visiting from Eastern Europe
and wanted to see the desert on foot.
Sabino Canyon unfolded before her step by step—
a landscape of stone, cactus, and sky—
while friendship bridged the miles between our worlds.
Image by kenne
A desert sentinel atop a desert giant—
cactus wren and saguaro share the morning.
The artistic background softens the edges of the world,
leaving only the essentials: bird, cactus, sky, and wonder.
