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
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.
Our First Spring Cactus Blossom (March 31, 2023) — Image by kenne
“I’m an observer of life. I like to watch people, and I like to watch cactus. I like to talk to mountains and communicate with my friends in the other spheres and dimensions.”
Men ask the way to Cold Mountain Cold Mountain: there’s no through trail. In summer, ice doesn’t melt The rising sun blurs in swirling fog. How did I make it? My heart’s not the same as ypurs. If your heart was like mine You’d get it and be right here.
— from Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder
Sandhill Cranes Over Whitewater Draw — Image by kenne
After leaving at sunrise to feed in the nearby fields hundreds of cranes return at mid-day, squawking in a cacophony heard miles around.
It’s sunny with a few passing clouds drifting overhead in the distance mountains rise above the farm and ranch lands.
These big birds prefer the shallow waters of the draw where they stand protected from predators who prefer to stay out of the water.
Geese, ducks and other waterfowl can be found wintering here in southeast Arizona attracting birders with scopes and cameras.
I don’t see myself as a birder, birders are strange counting and taking notes to be placed on eBird, me, I just take photos.
Occasionally we make small talk going through our social necessities thinking about it or not thinking about it walking freely on by not holding to the moment so as not to remember.
Honey Bee On Arizona Fleabane — Digital Art by kenne
