Bee On Fairy Duster Wildflower (July 16, 2021) — Image by kenne
The draft of this posting was done in late July before we went on our August road trip.
However, many photos later, just today, I noticed this unpublished draft —
Better late than never.
— kenne
Bee On Goldeneye — Image by kenne
Bee On Fairy Duster Flower — Image by kenne
cycles of nature
the depth of winter passes
appearing each spring
— kenne
Bee On Desert Chicory (Santa Catalina Mountains) — 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
Bee On Whitestem Blazingstar Wildflower (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne
These first days of summer are like the pail
of blueberries that we poured out together
into the iron sink in the basement —
a brightness unleashed and spilling over
with tiny bell-shaped flowers, the windows
opened and the shrubs overwhelming the house
like the memory of a forgotten country, Nature,
with its wandering migrations and changing borders,
its thickets, woodlands, bee-humming meadows . . .
— from Summer Surprised Us by Edward Hirsch
Fiddleneck Wildflowers — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Fall In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
— Henry David Thoreau
Bee On Blossom — Image by kenne
— kenne
“Bee On Yellow Flower” — Image by kenne
― from Regarding the Pain of Others by
This summer, the Big Horn Fire caused so much damage to the National Forest
in the Santa Catalina Mountains remains closed to the public. Therefore,
hiking and photographing wildflowers in the Catalinas will not be in 2020,
which provides a good excuse to revisit some wildflower photos over the past ten summers.
Honeybee on Sneezeweed Blossom (07/30/14, Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne
WATERMARK
In every desert, travelers have dried up in the sun,
with shallow wells of water right below them.
perhaps they left too soon, too young, too desperate to run
towards something or away from something else.
Perhaps they hadn’t learned the way to read the tiny trails,
the watermarks remaining from a people who have gone,
whose hieroglyphs translate — in the direction is a spring
of sweet water. Look for it. Or is it, listen?
— Diane Thiel
Bee On Santa Catalina Prairie Clover — Image by kenne
Silverpuff Blossom and Honey Bee — Image by kenne
Night Blooming Cereus — Images by Phil Bentley
One of the strangest plants of the desert, the night-blooming cereus, is a member 
of the cactus family that resembles nothing more than a dead bush most of the year.
It is rarely seen in the wild because of its inconspicuousness. But for one midsummer’s night each year,
its exquisitely scented flower opens as night falls, then closes forever with the first rays of the morning sun.
— Content Source: Desert USA
Bees On Thistles — Photo Essay by kenne
Two Bees On A Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 