
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.

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.

Sonoran Sunset -- Image by kenne
The mountains darken, but above them
red, orange, and yellow gather
like old spirits around a fire,
warming the vast desert silence
one final time before night.

Saguaro Sunrise In the Canyon -- Image by kenne
Sabino Canyon at sunrise, stripped to monochrome—
the saguaro becomes an old witness,
arms raised through a hundred dawns,
telling the mountains
that silence is enough.

Broad-billed Hummingbird at Nector Feeder -- Image by kenne
The feeder swings lightly in morning air.
A hummingbird hovers,
tiny engine of wings and hunger,
pausing just long enough
to remind me that beauty
rarely waits for permission
to be noticed.

Sedona Fenceline — Image by kenne
The fence does not divide the land—
it simply stands there, patient,
while the red mountains behind it
keep their old counsel with the sky.
Wind moves through cedar and dust,
and even silence here
seems to have roots.

I’m eighty-five—
though the number sits beside me
more than inside me.
Some mornings I rise feeling sixty,
still curious, still willing to wander.
At night I dream in the language of thirty,
doors still opening, roads still unnamed.
And sometimes—without apology—
seventeen returns, grinning.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

Saguaro Morning In Colored Pencil — Image by kenne
The mountains hold the background in cool blues and violets,
while the sunrise burns softly at their edges.
In the foreground, the saguaros stand rooted and calm,
their forms rendered in layered greens and ochres.
The whole image feels suspended
between night and day—
between observation
and memory.

Sonoran Spring Wildflowers — Image by kenne

Dead Nurse Tree at Sunrise — Image by kenne

Growing Slowly Under Protection — Image by kenne

Greater Earless Lizard in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

Eastern Collard Lizard Sunning in the Morning Sun — Image by kenne