Archive for the ‘Autumn Sky’ Category

Aspen Trail Autumn Colors On Mt. Lemmon   2 comments

Aspen Trail Autumn Colors on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

Events drift in the lattice of time,
stitched by light’s patient hand.

Shift the coordinates,
and yesterday’s truth dissolves—
what was simultaneous
now follows itself in echo.

What you see in nature
depends on where you’re standing.

Tucson Autumn Sunset   2 comments

Tucson Autumn Sunset — Image by kenne

“Autumn glows upon us like a splendid evening; it is the very sunset of the year.”

— Mary Russell Mitford

Autumn In Pima Canyon   Leave a comment

Autumn In Pima Canyon — Images by kenne

The Santa Catalina Mountains have several canyons assessable from the Tucson basin, such as Pima Canyon.

Aspen Draw Fall Colors   Leave a comment

Aspen Draw Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

You should always know when

you’re shifting gears in life.

You should leave your era,

it should never leave you.

— Leontyne Price

 

Not Waiting For The Monsoon   1 comment

Waiting for the Monsoon blogImage by kenne

Each day we move on

because life doesn’t wait.

— kenne

 

 

I Freely Go Lost In The Unknown   Leave a comment

kenne-1-of-1-4-thumble-peak-backdrop-b-w-blog-iiView from the Green Mountain Trail with Thimble Peak & the Tucson Basin in the Background.

With Thimble Peak over my shoulder,

Here where fond climates and sweet singers suddenly

Come in the morning where I wandered and listened . . .

In the thistledown fall, I sing towards anguish

And freely go lost in the unknown, 

Famous light of great and fabulous, dear God.

— Adapted from “Poem of October” by Dylan Thomas 

Hunter’s Moon Sets Over Tucson   Leave a comment

Moonset (1 of 1) blogHunter’s Moon Sets Over Tucson (October 27, 2015) — Image by kenne

Autumn Sky

Downward waft the autumn leaves;
The hunters’ moon’s on high
Cetus Swims the starry deep
Cepheus rules the sky.
Rulest I said, well maybe so,
But what of Aries, Perseus, Fomalhaut?
Andromeda and others too,
Lend their light to grace the blue.
I love them all, I wish they’d stay
But like the leaves they’ll drift away.

— G. O. Pitcovich