Aspen Trail Autumn Colors on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
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Aspen Trail Autumn Colors On Mt. Lemmon 2 comments
Events drift in the lattice of time,
Shift the coordinates,
What you see in nature
Framing The Narrative Leave a comment
Sabino Canyon Sunrise — Image by kenne
“Photographs do not render reality–realistically.
It is reality which is scrutinized, and evaluated, for its fidelity to photographs.
Instead of just recording reality, photographs have become the norm
for the way things appear to us, thereby changing the very idea of reality,
and of realism.”
— Susan Sontag
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A Fall Scene On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Leaves, wet and breathing,
circle the small green mind of moss.
From the cliff’s lip,
a drop gathers,
falls—
not a fall at all,
but gravity’s remembering.
— kenne
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November Days 3 comments
November Days, We Spent More Time Inside — Image by kenne
. . . It is not the walls,
but what the walls remember—
voices layered like dust,
the scent of bread,
a name almost spoken.
We wander far to return
to what was waiting in silence,
a stillness that is neither beginning
nor end,
but the turning point
where time folds back on itself
and becomes familiar.
“Come in, she said
I’ll give shelter from the storm.”
— kenne
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Autumn Plants Down By The Wash — Computer Art by kenne
Layers rise,
a quiet geology of thought,
one over another.
Filters shift the air—
suddenly the world
tilts into a dream.
Even pixels
carry the weight of silence,
carry the hand of the artist.
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Sonoran Sunset 2 comments
Sonoran Sunset — Photo-artistry by kenne
Sonoran Sunset
More subtle autumn colors
Fade with the sunset.
— kenne
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Autumn Forest Floor Leave a comment
Autumn Forest Floor — Photo-artistry by kenne
“I see the turning of a leaf dancing in the autumn sun,
and brilliant shades of crimson glowing when the day is done.”
— Hazelmarie Elliott
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A Mushroom In The Autumn 1 comment
A Mushroom In The Autumn on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
We all have forests in our minds.
Forests unexplored, unending.
Each one of us gets lost in the
forest, every night, alone.
— Ursula Le Guin
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Sunrise Through the Trees On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Signs of autumn echoes
Throughout the forest
As time present becomes
Time past in a moment.
As the aspen leaves
Dance in the breeze
There is only the dance —
Neither moment from
Nor towards.
— kenne
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Autumn Nature (A Walk In The Woods) — Image by kenne
Nature
O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, –
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.
In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do, –
Only – be it near to you!
For I’d rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city’s year forlorn.
— Henry David Thoreau
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Aspen Trail On Mt. Lemmon 2 comments
Aspen Trail In The Autumn on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
“Just an hour north of Tucson, Mount Lemmon offers a refreshing fall escape in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
As travelers ascend the scenic Catalina Highway, the magical saguaros give way to towering pines and maples,
their leaves ablaze with red and orange hues. At 9,000 feet, Mount Lemmon provides a cool retreat from the desert,
perfect for hiking among the vibrant autumn colors. Outdoor lovers can explore the Aspen and Marshall Gulch trails,
surrounded by vivid fall foliage.”
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Leaves In A Frame 1 comment
Leaves In A Frame — Photo-artistry by kenne
Changing Of The Seasons
Oh the changing of the seasons it’s a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin’
There’s the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin’ me
And I’m bound for the changing of the seasons
Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago and it’s snowin’ up in Maine
And the Islands to the south are warm and sunny
And I’ve got to feel the earth shake and I gotta feel the rain
And I’ve got to know a taste of more than honey
So don’t ask me where I’m goin’ or how long I’m gonna be away
Don’t make me give you all the hollow reasons
I’ll think of you like summer and I might be back some day
When my heart miss the changing of the seasons
Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago…
Oh it’s nothing that you said and it ain’t nothing that you done
And I wish I could explain you why I’m leavin’
But there’s some men need the winter and there’s some men need the sun
And there’s some men need the changing of the seasons
Yeah it’s blowin’ in Chicago…
— Shel Silverstein
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The Falling Leaves 1 comment
The Falling Leaves On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
The Falling Leaves
Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
But in their beauty strewed
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.
— Margaret Postgate Cole
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Signs of Autumn On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
— from To Autumn by John Keats
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Shadows On The Trail 4 comments
Santa Catalina Mountains Trail — Image by kenne
shadows on the trail
leaves falling season changing
first signs of autumn
— kenne
