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Archive for July 2019
Desert Lightning After Midnight Leave a comment
Little Wildflowers Along The Trail Leave a comment
St. John’s Worts Wildflower — Image by kenne
There they were, just there
Yellow fireworks shooting off
In a field of green.
— kenne
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Once upon a time 4 comments
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Hiking The Box Camp Trail — A Photo-Essay Adventure 2 comments
Tim, our lead Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalist guide went over the safety rules for the day’s hike.
A short distance into hiking the Box Camp Trail, we stop to take in one of the many views.
The trail leads us through ferns and tall pines.
This section of the trail is a rolling downhill path continuing through the tall trees.
As the trail continues down the mountainside the pine forest opens to a thick oak growth.
The trail becomes steeper and difficult to follow through the thick overgrowth.
Looking down over the oak overgrowth you can see Sabino Canyon and Thimble Peak.
The Box Canyon Trail leads down to East Fork Trail, which runs into Sabino Canyon Trail.
However, this rock lookout is where we had planned to rest
and have a sneak before starting the hike 2.5
miles back up the mountain, which has an elevation change of 1,200 feet.
Before starting back we realized our tail-guide, Jeff, was not with us.
Long story short, he had taken a wrong turn in the area where the trail had a lot of over growth.
We started back using the radios to communicate with Jeff, which were spotty at best.
Even though having hiked the trail many times, the climb back to the trailhead was a real challenge.
I had to really slow my pace with only Sharon behind me
having taken over for the trail-guide task for Jeff.
We soon caught up with the lead group, only because Tim,
our lead-guide was also having some issues,
so Ellen took over as lead. After resting and with the help of GU energy gel
Tim and I were able to continue on.
(The fact that we happen to be the two oldest hikers on the hike had nothing to do with our struggles.)
Meanwhile, we continued trying to locate Jeff. Before returning back to the trailhead,
with radio contact we were able to determine that Jeff was somewhere back on the trail and okay.
Back at the trailhead we kept waiting and he finally showed up as pictured above.
To say the least, the circumstances made for a very interesting hike. — Images by kenne
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Alone In The Dark 1 comment
Panicled Tick Trefoil Wildflower — Image by kenne
Alone in the dark
Peering out at a hiker
Going unnoticed.
— kenne
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Common Mellana 1 comment
Common Mellana — Image by kenne
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The Simple Truth Leave a comment
12th Man — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Some things
you know all your life. They are so simple and
true
they must be said without elegance, meter and
rhyme,
they must be laid on the table beside the
salt-shaker,
the glass of water, the absence of light gathering
in the shadows of picture frames, they must be
naked and alone, they must stand for
themselves.
— from the poem, The Simple Truth by Philip Levine
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“Entrance” — Abstract Art 4 comments
“Entrance” — Abstract Art by kenne
Inside looking out
Colors move as the sun shines
Through plate glass windows.
— kenne
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Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Photo-Artistry 1 comment
Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“There are philosophies as varied as the flowers of the field,
and some of them weeds and a few of them poisonous weeds.”
— G. K. Chesterton
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Bear Canyon Trail — Photo-Artistry Leave a comment
Bear Canyon Trail — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I sometimes choose to think that man is a dream,
thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun
. . . belief? What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In
rock. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock.
I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers, eagles, storms,
drums, flutes, banjos and broom-tailed horses.
— Edward Abbey, A Voice Crying In The Wilderness
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Age Finally Caught-Up With Fox 3 comments
There once was a feisty little dog
whose name was Fox.
He demanded 100 percent from
his human friend, Jill.
In the beginning of their relationship
he was able to get what he wanted,
he needed her and she needed him.
Fox was her baby and he knew it.
Over time Fox learned to tolerate
others as long as Jill was around,
remaining very jealous of her attention.
Then James came on the scene.
Like his human friends, over time
he got gray, hard of hearing and
and learning to live with vision lose.
Even so, Jill give him life till the end.
(Fox died May 11, 2019 at the age of 22.)
— kenne
James and Fox (2009)
Fox, Chase, Jill and Joy (Christmas, 2001)
Fox and Jill (Christmas, 2001)
Kenne and Fox (2006)
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Natural Bridge Trail Panorama 1 comment
Natural Bridge Trail Panorama ( Capitol Reef National Park) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit,
and as vital to our lives as water and good bread.
— Edward Abbey
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My Dearest Orchid Leave a comment
First posted on this day, four years ago. — kenne
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Everyday Alchemy Leave a comment
There are many great writers for which the spotlight never shines.
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Decatur Street — French Quarter 2 comments
Decatur Street — French Quarter (2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Devil Wears French
In the diary of a sinner
there be a Toussaint
tainted with well too many overturesA colorful creole crayon
sashaying in a coupé de ville
Often times
snaking in wait at the nice bars
and gardens that belong to Eden
there be a Toussaint
tainted with well too many overturesA colorful creole crayon
sashaying in a coupé de ville
Often times
snaking in wait at the nice bars
and gardens that belong to Eden
The women there be easy on the Jesus
Gumbo Genevieves smiling pretty
with their crests fallen like moon Indigo
and open to almost anything
especially a charmed tongue
Mon Chéri
it only cost a quarter for that French
Boyhood days in Eve’s bayou spent on
Bourbon street
becoming fluent in the devil’s language
A pig’s latin
the words tend to caress
Mon Chéri…
It only cost a quarter for that French
— Benjamin Welch
