The southern dogface is a common butterfly this time of year here in Tucson, and they are especially attracted to the Mexican Bird of Paradise blossoms.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
— from 536. Ode Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth
Morning Walk In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Let me tell you a story of Nature and my early morning walks in the desert. The fragrance of cactus blossoms and the starkness of its beauty beckon.
Or, is it the silence, like no other, interrupted only by the hum of bees and tiny species who materialize when you draw a handful of sand to your eyes, viewing them as equals.
This turkey vulture landed in a mesquite tree 25’ from our patio. This was two days after my best friend, Tom Markey had passed away — an ominous sign. Or, had the bird become a little disoriented because of the monsoon storms? (My camera lens focused more on the branches than the bird.)
Greater Roadrunner on Patio Wall — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Greater Roadrunners often walk our patio wall near the water fountain. The hot days of summer make visits more frequent. Waiting for to say, “Hello in there, hello.”
