Clouds Above Windy Point — Image by kenne
Windy Point offers a sweeping panorama
that stretches beyond the viewfinder.
We take a picture anyway,
because apparently humans enjoy
reducing impressive things to rectangles.
Capturing The Moment At Windy Point Leave a comment
Arizona Feabane On The Sunrise Trail Leave a comment
Arizona Feabane on the Sunrise Trail — Image by kenne
Arizona Feabane trembled in the breeze.
Somewhere above the trail,
the clouds forgot where they were going.
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Broad-Billed Hummingbird Leave a comment
Broad-billed Hummingbird — Image by kenne
A hummingbird is so small you almost miss it—
until it fills our patio with motion.
It darts, pauses, and turns in midair,
as if the world were a room it knows by heart.
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Fall Colors On The Trail Leave a comment
Mt. Lemmon Trail — Image by kenne
On Mt. Lemmon, the forest sheds its color,
and we pause to call the change beautiful.
Each fallen leaf is a small surrender to gravity—
and part of the forest’s larger renewal.
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American Snout Butterfly Leave a comment
American Snout Butterfly — Image by kenne
Its nose looks improbable.
The flower doesn’t mind.
They have agreed
not to discuss appearances.
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Storms Over The Catalinas Leave a comment
Storms Over The Catalinas Viewed from Our Patio — Image by kenne
Storm clouds crowd the Santa Catalinas.
Lightning strikes the ground,
and the desert holds its breath.
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Roseate Skimmer Dragonfly Leave a comment
Roseate Skimmer Dragonfly — Image by kenne
Fly on, bright atom of the morning!
The pond keeps your reflection,
the sun keeps your fire,
and I take the whole bright scene with me.
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What Grandeur In The Moment 2 comments
Dragonfly on the Tip of a Cattail — Image by kenne
What grandeur in this little moment:
one delicate body, one reed, one blaze of sun—
the whole wide world reflected
in the trembling water.
Fly when you will, bright one.
For now, you crown the cattail’s tip,
and the day, seeing you there,
shines more generously.
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Boat Harbor Art 3 comments
Boat Harbor Art — Image by kenne
In the harbor,
boats gather the shadows
beneath their sleeping hulls.
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Mexican Jay On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment
Mexican Jay On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
A Mexican Jay
keeps watch from the pine.
Below, we climb
through the blue morning.
One bright eye
above the trail.
The mountain says nothing;
the jay says plenty.
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Arcosanti Bells 6 comments
Arcosanti Bells — Image by kenne
The desert builds slowly.
A bell turns in the light;
somewhere, the wind
finds its way home.
One note crosses
the open courtyard.
Even the blue sky
seems to remember it.
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Five Bright Petals Leave a comment
Scarlet Cinquefoil — Image by kenne
Along Sunrise Trail, I stoop
to meet a small red flower.
The mountains rise behind it—
vast, and suddenly far away.
Five bright petals
hold the sun for a moment.
I kneel, then stand,
carrying their red in my eyes.
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A Doe In The Canyon Leave a comment
A Doe In The Canyon — Image by kenne
She eats in the morning shade,
unhurried.
The canyon holds still
around her.
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Not Just Another Sunset Leave a comment
Tucson Sunset — Image by kenne
Tucson sunsets are never
just another sunset.
The sky turns red
like it has one thing left to say.
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Sepia, The Color Of Old Photographs 3 comments
Seven Falls Trail — Image by kenne
