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Cactus Blossom –Photo-Artistry by kenne
Cactus Flower
Sun, glare, heat, sweat
Dry, hot, summer, parched
Thirst
Brightly colored blossoms excite, invite
Gems
Longing for a hug
Not emotionally available
Sage green so tall and free, yet not a tree
Blooming high towards the desert sky
Far out of reach, not open to being that close
Pining for snuggles
Spikes
Burning desire to reciprocate your grandeur, but you don’t answer
Thorns
Glorious beauty
Why why why not for me?
Someday
Will I ever be, your bee?
— Michelethe Trainer
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Prickly Pear Blossoms — Images by kenne
Desert’s Beauty
it blooms in the spring
cactus flower everywhere
desert’s beauty thrives
— Anna M Shepard
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We are visiting family here in the Houston area. We have two grandchildren graduating from high school; one ceremony was last night at The Woodlands Pavilion by thousands. By that time, everyone was aware of the killing of 19 elementary children in Uvalde, Texas. Even though we lived here for almost 25 years, I continue to find it a state that doesn’t do much more than toot its horn as to how big and great they are. How, once again, they are saying, “our thoughts and prays are with those killed.”
“Alas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing,
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems
A modern ecstasy.”
Becoming is Superior to Being
Screw You; I’m From Texas
They call him Smokey Joe
The big polluter’s go-to man
A notorious Big Oil yell leader
Long before “Drill Baby Drill”
Pockets lined with cash
Joe turns our air to ash
Long a guardian of Big Oil
Giving generous tax breaks
Killing the offshore moratorium
Unwilling to compromise
Now Smokey Joe wants it all
Three miles to 200 miles out
Desiring more for his benefactors
Joe covets the Gulf and the Artic
Fancying himself as a prophet of capitalism
Leaving no choice, “There Will Be Blood.”
All in the name of greed and profit
Screw you; I’m from Texas
— kenne
(“Smokey Joe,” Congressman Joe Barton, 6th District, Texas)
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“On The Move” (Greater Roadrunner)– Images by kenne
Greater roadrunner
Enjoys getting attention
Of those around him.
— kenne
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Raven In Cienega Creek Natural Preserve In Davidson Canyon East Of Tucson — Image by kenne
“Obviously the raven with the unquenchable itch was at it again,
playing tricks on the world and its creatures.
Once by air, he thought, and now by water.”
― Mordecai Richler
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Chase, December 12, 2005 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Chase (October 11, 2005) — Image by kenne
Chase and Grandma Joy (May 28, 2005) — Image by kenne
You are educated. Your certification is in your degree.
You may think of it as the ticket to the good life.
Let me ask you to think of an alternative.
Think of it as your ticket to change the world.
— Tom Brokaw
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Cactus Blossom Art by kenne
Life in a flower
Just a brief moment in time
So life can move on.
— kenne
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Thinking of my brother Tom on his birthday. Time moves on. — kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being
Thomas R. Turner, May 23, 1942 – November 13, 2014 — Image by kenne
Standing above me in Smith’s
Awkwardly looking down through a clipped hesitancy
Our lives came together.
From within, mutually canceling
Vignettes of naturalness and gender-cliche.’
She kissed through closed lips of
Pristine openness.
Innocently I loved.
After my return from the war
I stepped into a world of Kafkaesque embraces; yearning . . .
Paled with particular sensations
I was momentarily blinded.
I could taste the t.s. eliot peach that I dared to eat.
Looking at you the way you love the first person
Whoever touched you
And never quite that way again
I savored my idea of you but missed the obvious.
Paradoxes betray the limits of logic
Not of the reality, we shared.
Your “passion” was stillborn through so dame necessary.
The aesthetics of my artifice went against the grain:
Recreation, utilitarian…
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Greater Earless Lizard Sunning On Rock — Images by kenne
“Mad dogs and Englishmen,” said British playwright Noel Coward in his famous ditty of 1932, “go out in the midday sun.”
So, too, he might have added, does the greater earless lizard, which seems to relish the midday sun of mid-summer
in the rocky, sandy desert terrain of the northern Chihuahuan and northeastern Sonoran Deserts.
— Source: desertusa.com/
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Driving Through West Texas — Image by kenne
West Texas
West Texas is a never-ending ocean of hot sand
Winding dunes shifting and changing earth’s skin
Cactuses standing sentinel over desolate wasteland
Tumbleweeds carried by parched bone-dry wind.
Behold the cactus country scorched and unforgiving
Dry hard packed earth baked in the intense sunlight
Heat rising and objects in the distance shimmering
Then comes the mirage the dreamy desert sight.
Gusting howling wind whistling over crumbling rock
Slowly forming wind-worn rock formation over time
Lost in time but not a prisoner to any man’s clock
Boundless desert will be painted poetic and sublime.
The least little bits of wind will raise puffs of dust
Dust Devils swirl on the dunes and dancing perform
Leaving clouds of dusty grit floating like smoke thus
A prelude to the nightmare of a desert sandstorm.
There is an oasis in the desert a haven from the sear
Cooling waters and with vibrant desert blooms are rife
A beauty is in the desert’s pure clean atmosphere
West Texas is arid fierce and fiery but it’s full of life…..
Nobody Special
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Saguaro Blossoms, They’re Popping Out All Over– Image by kenne
saguaro blossoms
they’re popping out all over
a southwest symbol
— kenne
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Yucca Plant At I-10 Reststop — HDR Image by kenne
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
— from Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman
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White-lined Sphinx Moth in Black & White by kenne
Designed for rapid flight, Sphinx Moths are shaped like airplanes and can clock speeds just over 30 miles per hour.
They’re also known as a hawk or hummingbird moths for similar flight patterns. Various sphinx moths
have been mistaken for bats and bees. Some can hover like hummingbirds while feeding. Sphinx moths
have the world’s longest tongue among moths and butterflies. They can draw nectar from narrow, tubular flowers
that are too deep for bees to reach. When not in use, the tongue rolls up. Many moths are a mottled brown,
but some have very colorful wing patterns. — Source: Discover Nature Notes
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“I can see you” — Sleeping Canada Goose Image by kenne
This big ‘Honker’ is among our best-known waterfowl. In many regions, flights of Canada Geese passing over in V-formation — northbound in spring, southbound in fall — are universally recognized as signs of the changing seasons. Once considered a symbol of wilderness, this goose has adapted well to civilization, nesting around park ponds and golf courses; in a few places, it has even become something of a nuisance. Local forms vary greatly in size, and the smallest ones are now regarded as a separate species, Cackling Goose. — Source: audubon.org
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Drifting Through the Reeds (Sweetwater Wetlands Park) — Image by kenne
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Becoming is Superior to Being 