Legion of Saguaros (Sabino Canyon Recreational Area) — Image by kenne
Archive for the ‘Capturing the Moment’ Category
Legion Of Saguaros 2 comments
Sonoran Desert Sunrise 1 comment
Sonoran Desert Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sonoran desert
The spirit is enlightened
A silent knowledge.
— kenne
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Golden Cottonwood Near Sabino Creek In Sabino Canyon (January 7, 2020) — Image by kenne
This photo was taken while on a bird and plant walk in Sabino Canyon, the morning of the 7th.
The early morning sunlight created a golden glow in the canyon.
— kenne
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“See You On The Trail” (Saguaro National Park, 01/03/20) — Image by kenne
See you on the trail
Dancing creosols stir the air
Lost in the beauty.
— kenne
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Female Phainopepla In The Morning Sun (January 7, 2020 — Sabino Canyon)
— Photo-Artistry by kenne
Here comes the sun
birders listen and watch
as birds chilled by
desert winter night
seek high perches
in the sunlight.
When I take up
my palette (Nikon)
I call on the light
bringing color and
life to the canyon
sometimes blinding.
Solitude with style
with endless silence
where flite interrupts
the viewer’s sight
their gestures
demonstrate the loss.
— kenne
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Sabino Dam, January 2020 Leave a comment
Sabino Dam, January 2020 — Image by kenne
A crown of gold
over water flowing
from recent snow
melting on Mt. Lemmon.
Down by the creek banks
water a fading red residue
from the leaves of fall now
under the mountain snow.
Now and then
pieces of the crown
slowly begin to fall
leaving a nakedness.
Alone a trail above the dam
visitors walk near the water
drawn by nature’s presence
exchanging moment mysteries.
— kenne
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Snow On The Mountain Hoodoos (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
Hoodoos.
Distant and lonely.
Wearing snows caps
given to them, a gift
from father winter
an infinity of whiteheads.
The sun softens the snow
water runs down cracks.
The magnificent junipers
white branches dripping.
Hoodoos.
Distant and lonely.
— kenne
