Archive for the ‘Birds’ Category
Female Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
One day a hummingbird flew in–
It fluttered against the window til I got it down
where I could reach it with an open umbrella– —
When I had it in my hand it was so small
I couldn’t believe I had it–but I could feel the intense life–
so intense and so tiny– …You were like the humming bird to me…
And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know
the best part of one another without spending much time together– —
It is not that I fear the knowing– It is that I am at this moment
willing to let you be what you are to me–
it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.
— Georgia O’Keeffe
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Mockingbird Gears — Computer Art by kenne
Mockingbird blue gears
Rise into my view each day
Bright body shadows.
— kenne
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Immature Canyon Towhee on 109 Degree Day (Bird I.D. by Jerry Bird) — Image by kenne
This Canyon Towhee has been spending time in the shade of our olive tree, which is near the patio fountain and feeders. Yes, birds can suffer heat strokes. — kenne
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Cactus Wren Grunge Art by kenne
Art tries to create
creates
many possible futures
futures
in each moment
moments
of existence
existences
choosing reality
realities
from our experience
experiences.
-- kenne
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House Wren — Grunge Art by kenne
“. . . an artistic technique is discipline in spontaneity and spontaneity in discipline.”
— Alan W. Watts
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Patio Fountain
Patio Fountain
Patio Fountain
Cooling Off In Tucson — Images by kenne
Sure it’s hot in the desert
we just learn to adapt.
— kenne
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House Finch On Old Rusty Wheel — Image by kenne
Little children, never give
Pain to things that feel and live:
Let the gentle robin come
For the crumbs you save at home,—
As his meat you throw along
He’ll repay you with a song;
Never hurt the timid hare
Peeping from her green grass lair,
Let her come and sport and play
On the lawn at close of day;
The little lark goes soaring high.
To the bright windows of the sky,
Singing as if ’twere always spring,
And fluttering on an untired wing,—
Oh! let him sing his happy song,
Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.
— Anonymous
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