What marks upon the yielding clay? Two marks Made by my feet, two by my daimon’s feet But all confused because my marks and his Are on the selfsame spot, his toes Where my heels fell, for he and I Pausing a moment in our headlong flight Face opposite ways, my future being his past.
winter’s sun casts long shadows on the shortest day creating contrasting values of shape between objects and the wall in turn capturing my eye as darkness wins
— kenne
(Nōtan (濃淡) is a Japanese word, meaning dark-light, there is no English language equivalent. It embodies an ancient Eastern concept, in which all things exist as inseparable and in perfect harmony.)
Hidden Pasture Trail In The Rincon Mountains — Panorama by kenne
Hidden Pasture Trail is a 6.8 mile lightly trafficked out and back trail located off of Mescal Road on the eastern side of the Rincon Mountains in the Little Rincons. Hiking to Hidden Pasture provides great Rincon Peak vistas to the west.
The year 2020 will be remembered for the many annual events that have been canceled. In our ten years here in Tucson, we have always gone to the 4th Avenue Street Fair. In lieu of not having photos from this year’s non-event, this is a reblog from December 12, 2010. Yes, for the non-believers, we have now been here for ten years. — kenne
On December 10th, I posted this image in color. Using Photoshop, this is my black and white take of the original image taken December 17, 2012 while hiking in the Tucson Mountains.
Daughter Kate and her family live on 17 acres in Grantham, New Hampshire. Getting snow in the winter is not unusual; three feet of the white stuff is unusual. You can see an animal path leading down to the brook and across it if you look carefully.
These images are the morning after the winter storm. The day before, Kate texted the following video.
— kenne
In care you are wonder, the chicken are fine — all fluffy with plenty of food and water.
“As the poets and painters of centuries have tried to tell us, art is not about the expression of talent or the making of pretty things. It is about the preservation and containment of soul. It is about arresting life and making it available for contemplation. Art captures the eternal in the everyday, and it is the eternal that feeds soul—the whole world in a grain of sand. Leonardo”
I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow You walked a way beside me To make me sad to go. Do you know me in the gloaming, Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming? Are you dumb because you know me not, Or dumb because you know?
All for me? And not a question For the faded flowers gay That could take me from beside you For the ages of a day? They are yours, and be the measure Of their worth for you to treasure, The measure of the little while That I’ve been long away.
As Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN), we offer elementary school teachers six programs to choose from when they bring their students to the canyon. One of the programs, ‘Back To The Past,’ is about how the Hohokam could survive in the Tucson basin over 1000 years ago. Students learn about the ‘three sisters,’ corn, beans, and squash.