Golden Columbine Art (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne
Morning mist lifts slow—
golden columbine glistens,
sunlight finds each leaf.
Archive for July 2025
Golden Columbine Art 4 comments
Celabrating Joy’s Birthday 2 comments
Jeri, Jody, and Jill In town to celebrate Joy’s Birthday — Dinner at Contigo Latin Kitchen in the Catalina Foothills
Contico Latin Kitchen In The Catalina Foothills
Contico’s lights glowed,
soft as the desert evening—
our joy, slow and warm.
Tortillas steamed soft,
lime and laughter on our lips,
sun slipping to rest.
Warm dusk draped the foothills,
saguaro silhouettes watched
as the sunset spilled gold.
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Empress Leilia On Arizona Monardella 1 comment
Empress Leilia On Arizona Monardella (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
Copper wings hover—
wild Monardella in bloom,
scent and sun collide.
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Fiery Skipper In The Mountains 4 comments
Fiery Skipper In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Golden wings flicker—
skipper dances on warm wind,
high in Catalina light.
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Queen Butterfly and Honey Bee 3 comments
Queen Butterfly and Honey Bee On Mule Fat Blossoms — Image by kenne
Morning light breaks soft—
Queen and bee on mule fat bloom,
dew still on the leaves.
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Desert Stillness 1 comment
Mexican Fritillary On Mahogany Milkweed — Image by kenne
Desert Stillness
On mahogany milkweed stems,
where desert hushes sunlit gems,
a fritillary folds her wings—
orange fire with softened rings.
She does not rush, the bloom holds still,
Two hearts at peace on granite hill.
The air is warm, the shadows small,
no need to rise, no fear to fall.
Bright as flame, yet calm as stone,
she rests, yet claims the day her own.
In that brief hush, the wild agrees—
grace is quiet among the leaves.
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Inside The Outside Leave a comment
“Inside the Outside” by Ralph Prata
Inside the Outside
I began on the inside,
Knowing not of the outside,
Only knowing of my being.
My world is limited,
A temporary prisoner,
Protected by the inside.
Demanding more room,
Life on the inside
Began to grow short.
Having no choice,
Pushed from the womb
Into the world of the outside.
On the inside,
I had been content
In my limited space.
Now, on the outside,
Crying in the face
of a new destiny.
My first act of rebellion,
Expressing nostalgia
For an innocence lost.
Appealing to my essence of being,
I soon learned the outside
Could be my new inside.
Always giving away
some of the inside,
so as not to lose it all.
Becoming inside the outside,
Allows each act of being
To create a way of living.
— kenne
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Summer On The Mountain 3 comments
Summer On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Fleabane’s soft pink stars,
thistles bristle in the breeze—
summer stirs the trail.
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Sonoran Desert Toad 2 comments
Sonoran Desert Toad In Sabino Creek — Image by kenne
In the hush of dusk,
where Sabino’s waters spill
soft over worn stone,
a Sonoran desert toad rests—
half submerged, wholly still.
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The Queen 3 comments
Queen Butterfly — Photo-artistry by kenne
Wings of rust and grace—
Queen drifts over desert hush,
crowned by heat and light.
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Morning Visit 5 comments
Pipevine Swallowtail — Image by kenne
Blue wings in sunlight—
thistle opens to the day,
stillness full of flight.
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Life Is A Poem 10 comments
Love Birds — Photo-artistry by kenne
Life Is a Poem
Life is a poem, not written in lines,
but walked in winds, in roots, in signs—
in acts that echo canyon walls,
in leaps, in loss, in sudden calls.
Not crafted solely out of speech,
but in the places words can’t reach—
the morning’s hush, the falling rain,
the joy that rises after pain.
I move through days like verse unfolds,
not always neat, not always told.
Yet something vast moves deep within—
a rhythm wide as where I’ve been.
And so I walk, and so I try,
to live in tune with earth and sky—
each breath, each step, a sacred part
of that great poem beyond the heart.
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Don’t Judge Too Quickly 3 comments
A Tucson Morning — Image by kenne
Clouds shift with the wind—
what seems dark may hold the light,
wait and let it pass.
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White, Pink, and Green 6 comments
White, Pink, and Green — Photo-artistry by kenne
White, pink, green in bloom—
light and shadow brush each petal,
art grown from stillness.
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Rose in Black and White 2 comments
White Rose in Black and White — Photo-artistry by kenne
Pale rose, still in frame—
shadows hold what light once gave,
soft in silent tones.
