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Monkeyflowers On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Monkeyflowers On Mt. Lemmon (June 11, 2021) — Image by kenne

Sometimes when writing

I take whatever words come,

like a drifting boat. 

— kenne               

Aspen Loop One Year Out After The Big Horn Fire   5 comments

SCVN Friday hikes on Mt. Lemmon have

Begun with more excitement than usual,

Last year’s hikes being a casualty of the

Big Horn Fire and the pandemic.

Marshall Gulch #3

Marshall Gulch Parking Area

Leaving behind morning temperatures

In the mid-eights, we gathered at Marshall Gulch

To hike the Aspen Loop, combining the Aspen

And Marshall Gulch trails for a 4.3-mile hike.

 

Marshall Gulch survived the fire, as did

Most of the trail. But the Aspen Trail

Wasn’t so lucky with parts that burned

From the 1993 Aspen Fire burning again.

Aspen Trail (June 15, 2015)

Over the years, I watch aspens and pines

And many other native plants return

Among the charred remains of the Aspen Fire

Only now to experience that same fate.

Last year’s fires were followed by the driest year

On record, delaying the reclamation process

And trail clearing to provide for safe hiking

On the grayest powder covering the trails.

The mountain ferns were among the plants

To return only weeks after containing the fire,

Providing hope to those grieving over the lose

Of so much beauty found on these mountain trails.

Now so exposed, the trail seems longer

Each step requiring a watchful eye

For this out of shape hiker, navigating

The loose gravel and ankle turning rocks.

Just beyond the ridge, a line of trees

Was missed by the very erratic wildfire

As if it turned on a dime, redirecting

The firefighting crew from Montana.

Soon the trail turns away from the freshly

Scared land rambling among tall ponderosas

Shadows formed by the whole clear

Cloudless sky moving across the trail.

Images by kenne

I’ve hiked the trails on Mt. Lemmon

Now ten summers, where troubles cease,

untangled silent knowledge contemplating

A void in a world that exceeds stillness.

— kenne

Nothing Gold Can Stay   1 comment

Golden Columbine WildflowerGolden Columbine — Image by kenne

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down today.

Nothing gold can stay.

— Robert Frost

 

 

Bougainvillea & Sunsets December 2012Sunset — Image by kenne

 

Some Trees   1 comment

Aspen Loop, hiking, Mt. LemmonAspen Loop On Mt. Lemmon (08/02/13) — Image by kenne

These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance

To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try

To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain.

And glad not to have invented
Such comeliness, we are surrounded:
A silence already filled with noises,
A canvas on which emerges

A chorus of smiles, a winter morning.
Placed in a puzzling light, and moving,
Our days put on such reticence
These accents seem their own defense.

— John Ashbery

“Written in 1948 when Ashbery was only 21 and a senior at Harvard College, this brief lyric has everything that his later, much longer, poems will advance. It is a love poem that never mentions love directly, but a feeling of being in love infuses the way the speaker sees, feels, and thinks about everything. It makes him feel both small and big, a tiny piece of a greater universe, but nonetheless connected to a world full of mystery and grandeur. A sense of the universe comes from gazing up at those huge trees from the ground while in love and remembering the immensity of that experience of feeling and thinking.” Source: Publishers Weekley 

Hiking with Old Buddies   1 comment

The SCVN Friday Nature Hike was Aspen Trail, Marshall Gulch Trail loop,
which would provide an opportunity to see the beautiful fall colors on Mt. Lemmon.
The Aspen Trail has a grove of aspens, which I blogged in a previous posting

Aspen Trail-8-72After hiking through the aspen grove, I began to get out in front of the nature hikers.
With less fall color on the remaining part of the Aspen Trail I decided to pick-up my pace.
I knew from past experience there would be plenty of fall color on the Marshall Gulch Trail.

Aspen Trail-21-72I was aware that my buddies, Jim Thompson and Tom Markey, were hiking the trail;
hence, I might be able to catch up with them. 

Aspen Trail-23-72I first began hiking with Jim and Tom nine years ago. They were part of the Monday Morning Milers (MMM),
the first hiking group with which I started hiking.

Aspen Trail-24-72Most of the MMM were lifetime hikers in southeast Arizona, many of whom were in their 80’s.

Aspen Trail-25-72Jim recently celebrated his 90th birthday.

Aspen Trail-26-72While Tom is a youngster like me, he’s 79.

Aspen Trail-27-72Images by kenne

It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern,
And ceases to be a mere sequence —
Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy
Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution,
Which becomes, in the popular mind,
A means of disowning the past.
The moments of happiness — not the sense of well-being,
Fruition, fulfillment, security or affection,
Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination —
We had the experience but missed the meaning,
And approach to the meaning restores the experience
In a different form, beyond any meaning
We can assign to happiness.

— from “Four Quartets” by T. S. Eliot

Colors On The Mountain — No Words   2 comments

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Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors — Images by kenne

Hiking Through An Aspen Grove On Aspen Trail   4 comments

In June of 2003 for the Aspen Fire destroyed 85,000 acres on Mt. Lemmon,
located in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
Last Friday, we hiked the Aspen Trail,
part of which goes through some of the burned areas.
The aspens were among some of the first vegetation to return,
making these trees now about 15 years old.
Our hike was almost too late in the fall
since many of the aspens have already lost their leaves.

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Aspen Trail-3-72Quaking Aspens On Aspen Trail, Mt. Lemmon — Images by kenne

Swirling leaves,
Like erratic wings of butterflies,
shimmered, shook, slapped,
Simultaneously clapping as we passed.

Grace in the grove, the ticking,
whispering clatter of the breeze
Passing back and forth between worlds,
Spirit and sound merged together.

— from “Riding Through a Grove of Aspens” by Emily Dickinson 

Late Blooming Wildflower On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Aspen Trail-28-72Late Blooming Wildflower On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

While on Mt. Lemmon photographing fall colors over the weekend,
I spotted this beautiful blooming plant. 

— kenne

Cooper’s Hawk Fledging   Leave a comment

Cooper's Hawk (1 of 1)-7-2 blogCooper’s Hawk Fledging In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

Cooper’s Hawk Fledging
No young hawk eyes left behind
High above the dam.

— kenne

I Will Touch A Hundred Flowers And Not Pick One   5 comments

Columbine-3199 blogImage by kenne

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

― Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mushroom Blood   Leave a comment

Kickback Rock 07-30-12Grunge Art by kenne

Brother, you are gone,
that which was earth
gone back to earth,
that which was human
scattered like rain
into the darkened
wild eyes of herbs.

— from Llanto by Philip Levine

Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly   2 comments

 

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Cloudless Sulphur-0299 blog.jpgCloudless Sulphur Butterfly — Images by kenne

 

Things Are As They Are — Grunge Art   1 comment

7-falls-oct-2013-8258-grunge-blog“Things Are as They Are” — Grunge Art by kenne

“Things are as they are.
Looking out into the universe at night,
we make no comparisons
between right and wrong stars,
nor between well and badly
arranged constellations.”

– Alan Watts.

In Autumn At The Fall Of The Leaf   2 comments

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Autumn Colors — Image by kenne

Autumn Song
— Dante Gabriel Rossetti 

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

Psychedelic Mushrooms   Leave a comment

SCVN Nature Walk 08-15-12, Marshall GulchPsychedelic Mushrooms — Computer art by kenne

Engrossing as a black hole
or your TV screen. I send out
no powers: I accept all
energies, all joys and juices . . .

–from “Dr. P.H.D. Dark, Hypnotist” by W.D. Snodgrass

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