Archive for the ‘Arizona Trail’ Category
Horse Corral On The Arizona National Scenic Trail (One of Two Art Pieces On the Same Location) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar kine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
— from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot
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Hiking the Ciénega Creek Trail with Friend,Tom Markey — Images by kenne
(Click on Any Image for Larger View with Descriptions In a Slideshow Formate.)
Ciénega Creek Trail (English: “Hundred Springs Creek” or “Marsh Creek”) is an intermittent stream located within the Cienega Creek Natural Preserve, and is one of the most intact riparian corridors left in the state, represents one of the last perennial streams in southeastern Arizona. It originates in the Canelo Hills and continues northwest about 50 miles (80 km) to an area just outside Tucson, where it becomes known as Pantano Wash. Pantano Wash continues through Tucson and eventually connects with the Rillito River.
Gila Topminnow, once the most widespread fish in the Gila River basin (including Santa Cruz River), the Gila topminnow now claims Cienega Creek as its last stronghold in the United States. This guppy-like fish is good at thriving in less than ideal water conditions and loves to feast on mosquito larva. — Source: Pima County
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Riding The Arizona Trail On Horseback in Sycamore Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Canyon from Horseback
The young don’t know enough
About being young
They squander youth
And never know ’til later.
Any lad of twelve will testify
An eight-year-old can’t even qualify
To be a child
At eighteen our own ignorance
At fifteen is finally written
In language we comprehend:
We know the score
Reality’s the icing on the cake
Of youthful fantasies;
When the young grow old
They know a lot
About being young
But almost nothing
About being old.
— Jack Purcell from Poems of the New Old West
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Fall Landscape — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“It is precisely because we resist
the darkness in ourselves
that we miss the depths
of the loveliness, beauty,
brilliance, creativity, and joy
that lie at our core.”
— Thomas Moore
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Fall Shadows On The Mountain — Image by kenne
What would shadows be without light?
What would light be without shadows?
So much of what existence is all about,
One can not exist do without the other.
— kenne
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Sunlight and Shadows — Images by kenne
I walk in the morning sunlight
or is it in the morning shadows
you choose the perspective.
A bird crosses my path
disappearing in the shadows
only to quickly fly away.
I perceived each morning walk
with reference to a particular frame
where “same” events are not the same.
— kenne
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Eastern Collared Lizard — Images by kenne
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Arizona Trail on Horseback — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Recently I spent some time photographing wildflowers in the Molino Basin. One of the trails through the campgrounds is part of the Arizona Trail. When I arrived, there was a horse trailer with three horses and four guys saddling-up the horses. Since I was there to photograph wildflowers, I started hiking the trail. About the time I reach a section of the basin that had experienced a wildfire a couple of years ago, I looked back and so two riders with a packhorse. Of course, I had to take a few photos, and at the first opportunity, I asked how far they were going. They had begun a three-day, two-night ride to a ranch just outside Oracle, Arizona, which was on the northside of the Santa Catalina Mountains. I wished the well and continued photographing wildflowers.
— kenne
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Becoming is Superior to Being 