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Happy Mother’s Day From The Desert Southwest 1 comment
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
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What Was Once Grasslands Leave a comment
(In November of 2012, Tom Markey and I posted an article, Ecocide Arizona Style — The Cow That Ate The West.
The article was about the disappearing water in the San Simon Valley in southeast Arizona. This poem suggest the verdict is in.)
Ecocide Arizona Style
The west is dying of thirst.
You can hear it in the cracked riverbeds,
in cottonwoods gone skeletal,
in the silence where frogs used to sing.
The Colorado staggers,
a vein opened too long,
bled for lawns,
for swimming pools,
for another desert empire of cul-de-sacs.
This is not drought—
this is the verdict.
We were warned,
and we kept on building
as if the sky were infinite.
Mark it well:
when the last drop dries,
sand covers the southwest,
the desert will not mourn us.
It will simply
take itself back.
— kenne
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Desert Noir 4 comments
Desert Noir by kenne
black sky—
sepia arms
lifted
in a dry
hallelujah.
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Bougainvillea Time Of The Year 2 comments
Bougainvillea Time of The Year — Image by kenne
Every morning now
the bougainvillea glows—
a lantern in daylight.
How does it hold so much pink,
so much flame?
I touch one fallen bract on the ground
and feel the whole season
lean closer, whispering:
remember this brightness.
— kenne
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Nurse Tree 2 comments
Sabino Canyon Sunrise — Image by kenne
Nurse Tree
The saguaros stand—
green towers,
ribbed and stubborn,
older than fences,
older than men.
At their side
a mesquite stands broken,
once a nurse tree,
a shield from sun and frost,
now driftwood for the wind.
That’s the desert way:
to raise the young,
then vanish—
leaving only the wind,
and the silence
of a job well done.
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Don’t Judge Too Quickly 3 comments
A Tucson Morning — Image by kenne
Clouds shift with the wind—
what seems dark may hold the light,
wait and let it pass.
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Mexican Bird of Paradise (Caesalpinia pulcherrima)— Image by kenne
Blooming Mexican Bird of Paradise
Golden flares in desert heat,
fronds ablaze where sidewalks meet,
petals spilling flame and light—
sunrise rooted in full sight.
Hummingbirds in fleeting dance
sip the nectar, take their chance,
while dusty winds pass overhead
and paint the blooms a deeper red.
Flame-tipped petals catch the breeze,
a burst of fire among the trees.
Yellow, red, and orange flare—
summer’s banner in desert air.
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Spirit Mountain, Nevada — Image by kenne
Veil of morning clouds,
echoes stir the silent stone—
old spirits still roam.
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Sonoran Spring 1 comment
Sonoran Spring — Image by kenne
“Sonoran Spring”
The desert blooms in whispered gold,
Where cacti wear their crowns so bold.
Ocotillo flames in red delight,
And poppies spark the morning light.
The saguaros lift their arms in praise,
To sun-soft winds and lengthened days.
A hummingbird, a buzzing thread,
Weaves springtime through the riverbed.
Where once was dust, now color clings—
In Sonoran spring, the silence sings.
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Carillo Trail 3 comments
Carillo Trail — Image by kenne
“The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.”
— Jean Baudrillard
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Morning In Sabino Canyon 5 comments
Morning In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Most people who love being in nature
Have a place on earth that’s really dear to them,
A spiritual place, a place that invigorates them.
I do have such a place, Sabino Canyon, in Tucson.
The canyon easily occupies my mind as I enjoy
The scenery underneath a nice shade of blue sky.
— kenne
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Guiding Photographers For Sunrise Photographs 2 comments
Guiding Pheonix Area Photographers To Get Sunrise Photos In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The photographer
seeks to connect what
is already connected; the
past, present, and future
in a moment of existence
while being a traveler
in other people’s reality
sharing an awareness
of the present experience.
An awareness of the moment
with the whole being, the artist
is of the experience —
the essence of existence.
The artist desires to share
the essence, but the resulting image
is about the experience, not
of the experience —
the Tao of Observation.
In the process
of capturing an event
the photographer feels
and sees in the moment,
the Tao of an event —
the Tao that is projected
is outside the moment
hence, it is not
the essence of Tao.
— kenne
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Esperero Canyon Trail 1 comment
Esperero Canyon Trail — Image by kenne
Esperero Canyon trail begins
in Sabino Canyon
winding through the
many giant saguaros
in the lower canyon
slowly going up
made possible
by trail switchbacks.
— kenne
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Saguaro Sunrise 1 comment
Saguaro Sunrise — Image by kenne
In the morning sun
A tall cactus guardian
Shadows over me.
— kenne
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Dying Saguaro Cactus — Image by kenne
Death in the desert
Stands as if in defiance
Against gravity.
— kenne
