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White-winged Dove On Saguaro 1 comment
White-winged Dove On Saguaro — Image by kenne
Alexa, shuffle my Pandora stations —
I stream music most of the day,
sometimes it becomes indistinct,
like the sound of wind chimes,
the cooing of white-wing doves.
Alexa, stop!
— kenne
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Boat By Pier 2 comments
Boat by Pier — Photo-Artistry by kenne
They were beautiful in the clear early light—
red, yellow, blue and green—
is all I wanted to say about them,
although for the rest of the day
I pictured a lighter version of myself
calling time through a little megaphone,
first to the months of the year,
then to the twelve apostles, all grimacing
as they leaned and pulled on the long wooden oars.
— from Brightly Colored Boats on the Banks of the Charles by Billy Collins
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What’s Going On In There? Leave a comment
Two Windows — Image by kenne
Huffy Henry hid the day,
unappeasable Henry sulked.
I see his point,—a trying to put things over.
It was the thought that they thought
they could do it made Henry wicked & away.
But he should have come out and talked.
All the world like a woolen lover
once did seem on Henry’s side.
Then came a departure.
Thereafter nothing fell out as it might or ought.
I don’t see how Henry, pried
open for all the world to see, survived.
What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.
Once in a sycamore I was glad
all at the top, and I sang.
Hard on the land wears the strong sea
and empty grows every bed.
— John Berryman
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Mount Shasta 6 comments
Mount Shasta in Northern California — Image by kenne
“When I first caught sight of Mount Shasta over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley,
my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since.”
— John Muir, 1874
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Blooming Saguaro Leave a comment
Blooming Saguaro — Image by kenne
Blooming saguaro
A clear shot with pristine light
I see these presences.
— kenne
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Mourning Doves Wait 2 comments
Mourning Doves Wait — Image by kenne
The doves wait
in a tree near
the bird feeder
until I leave my
chair on the patio.
— kenne
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The Existential Man Would Have Been 81 Today 2 comments
Tom Turner in an Existential Moment — Image by kenne
“If thought corrupts language,
language can also corrupt thought.”
— George Orwell
He gazes through the
rained soaked window
into his confused mind.
Lonely in the moment
turning his head away
from my open hand.
He was not prepared
to be rejected and
broken up by life.
— kenne
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Common Sneezeweed Leave a comment
Common Sneezeweed in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
A sign of spring in the upper elevations of the Santa Catalina Mountains.
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Cedar Waxwings 3 comments
Cedar Waxwings — Image by kenne
I can see them spacing
to find room, looking
so much alike it’s nearly
impossible to count them.
— kenne
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It’s That Time Of Year In The Sonoran Desert Leave a comment
Saguaros Are Blooming Everywhere — Image by kenne
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Playing To An Audience Of One, Himself 1 comment
He Plays To His Shadow (Afternoon Drinks On the Copper Queen Saloon Balcony)
— Photo-Artistry by kenne
On A Bisbee Afternoon
he plays to his shadow
devotedly on his violin
nobody listens
love torturing itself
to rise above conversations
lost in discontent
limits of self-expression
a saloon window reflection
there is no tragedy
on the Queen’s saloon balcony
the smell of lavender
lingers from the ghosts
of the hotel whores
who are not indifferent
listening to classical strings
becoming a delightful moan
— kenne
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I Walked The Mountain Trail Leave a comment
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Joshua Tree Parkway Leave a comment
Joshua Trees In Arizona — Image by kenne
THE JOSHUA TREE HAS AN AVERAGE LIFE SPAN OF 150 TO 200 YEARS
AND IS ONLY FOUND IN THE MOJAVE DESERT
When Mormon settlers first saw the plant they dubbed the “Joshua tree,” it reminded them of the bushy-bearded biblical leader.
When Territorial Governor John C. Frémont saw it during an 1844 trek through the Mohave Desert and they are plentiful along
U.S. Route 93 from Wikieup to Wickenburg. The drive, which is familiar to us having many a trip from Tucson to Las Vegas.
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Carpenter Bee On Fleabane Wildflower 1 comment
Carpenter Bee On Fleabane Wildflower — Image by kenne
There’s a lot to notice
on the morning walks
in the spring. But what
strikes me in a special way
are all the flowers —
a reason to take my camera.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 