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Today — Bee On Desert Marigold   Leave a comment

Desert Marigold blogBee On Desert Marigold — Image by kenne


If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that in made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from the jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden sprouting tulips

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

— Billy Collins

Douglas Spring Trail   Leave a comment

Douglass Spring-6346. blogHiking Douglas Spring Trail — Image by kenne

Tomorrow’s Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN) Friday hike will be on the Douglas Spring Trail in the Rincon Mountains. For the first time in several years, I will not be participating. I will miss being on this hike.

A flat start into the morning sun
Hikers leaving behind long shadows
On a trail that will soon disappear 
As we start our climb in
The mountain’s shadow, stopping
Only to watch things themselves
Letting the sun and earth
Go about their changes.

— kenne

Spring Scatches   Leave a comment

Sedona & Talking Stick ResortSpring Scatches — Image by kenne

high clouds


leafless sycamores


drawn against



black and white

on a gray sky


a spiritual moment

calls on spring’s 

new energy


in the creek


through the


born again

in soon to be


of spring



again and


— kenne

Small Desert Wildflowers On The First Day Of Spring   Leave a comment

Small Desert Wildflowers On The First Day Of Spring — Images by kenne

Look, and you shall find
Often unnoticed flowers —
Our desert jewels.

— kenne

Tubac Hawk Watch   Leave a comment

This is the time of year to witness migrating birds passing through the southeastern Arizona area. Among them is the common black hawk.

Tubac Hawk Watch-1355 blog

Tubac Hawk Watch-1342Even without the “big gun” lens some of my raptor photographer friends have, I have wanted to go to the Tubac Hawk Watch, which I was able to do this past Tuesday with Bill Kaufman.

I expected to be outgunned, by not having anything over 300+ mm lens, I still gave it my best shot.

Bill and I arrived about 8:15 am at the Ron Morriss Park in Tubac. Most of the birds of prey usually start taking flight between 9:00 am and noon, so we were surprised when some started coming out of the tree-line to the east minutes after we had arrived.

“Black Hawk Up”! “Black Hawk Up”! Became the cry as birders pointed cameras and binoculars to the sky.

Knowing that such a flight pattern near the tree-line would be good for me and my lesser lens (28-300 mm), I had already moved to a position near the tree-line. Even so, my images don’t begin to match up to the more powerful lenses.

Here’s one of my images, followed by one Bill Kaufman took.

Common Black Hawk-1287 blogImage by kenne

Common Black Hawk_Tubac Hawk Watch-20180313_0018_bImage by Bill Kaufman



Tubac Hawk Watch-1351 blogNed Harris, seated in the middle,
is my Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalist mentor
and excellent raptor photographer.
Several of his photos are in Pete Dunne’s book, Birds of Prey.”

Tubac Hawk Watch-1353 blogBill Kaufman is second from the left.

untitled-1350.jpgImages by kenne

To force the pace and never to be still
Is not the way of those who study birds
Or women. The best poets wait for words.
The hunt is not an exercise of will
But patient love relaxing on a hill
To note the movement of a timid wing;
Until the one who knows that she is loved
No longer waits but risks surrendering –
In this the poet finds his moral proved
Who never spoke before his spirit moved.

— from “Poet, Lover, Birdwatcher” by Nissim Ezekiel



Watching The Parade Go By   Leave a comment

St. Pat's Day Parade DSC_1484 blogWatching The Parade Go By (Tucson St. Patrick Day)– Image by kenne

Standing or sitting
the parade goes by.
Children screaming
their laughter rings.

One time she did the same
now an emptiness from
which joy comes producing
flashbacks in her mine.

If she wrote poems, they
would reach helplessly
towards forever-lost pasts
only to glimpse the future.

— kenne



Forgotten The Way By Which I Came   1 comment

Hutch's PoolSabino Creek Near Hutch’s Pool — Panorama by kenne

I wanted a good place to settle:
Cold Mountain would be safe.
Light wind in a hidden pine —
Listen close — the sound gets better.
Under it a gray-haired man
Mumbles along reading Huang and Lao.
For ten years I haven’t gone back home
I’ve even forgotten the way by which I came.

— Gary Snyder

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