
Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Sun sinks low,
slips under clouds,
canyons gone dark,
shadows loud.
Light keeps fighting,
gray-black on stone—
then night rolls in,
makes it its own.

Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Sun sinks low,
slips under clouds,
canyons gone dark,
shadows loud.
Light keeps fighting,
gray-black on stone—
then night rolls in,
makes it its own.
Posted October 3, 2025 by kenneturner in Capturing the Moment, Catalina Foothills, Existential Moment, Information, Photography, Poetry, Tucson Arizona
Tagged with Catalina Foothills, Monsoon Blues, Photography, Poetry, Santa Catalina Mountains, Sonoran Desert, Tucson Arizona
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