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Searching For The Moment   Leave a comment

Blue Dick-1240-Edit-1-art-Edit-2-art-72Blue Dicks Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Every moment of searching
is a moment of encounter.

— Paulo Coelho

Gordon’s Bladderpod Wildflowers   1 comment

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Gordon's bladderpod-72Gordon’s bladderpod (Physaria gordonii) — Images by kenne

Gordon’s bladderpod is an early blooming desert wildflower belong to the mustard family. With the help of more than normal winter rains, you can find them many places in the Sonoran Desert. Their bright yellow blossoms provide a lot of color to the spring desert landscape. 

— kenne

Evidence There Is Heaven On Earth   2 comments

desert phlox-edit-1-art-sq-72Carphochaete bigelovii – Bigelow’s Bristlehead Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Radiating out of the darkness
on a desert winter morning
stars on the ground replacing
the stars in the clear desert sky
evidence there is heaven on earth.

— kenne

 

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!   Leave a comment

Miller Creek TrailBee Approaching Blue Dicks Blossoms — Digital Art by kenne

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
— from “Song of a Man Who Has Come Through” by D. H. Lawrence

Mariposa Lily   Leave a comment

molino-basin-to-prison-camp-37-mariposa-lily-blog II.jpgMariposa Lily — Image by kenne

There, standing alone

A mariposa lily

Adorns the dry field.

— kenne

 

Signs Of Spring In The Desert   2 comments

Signs Of Spring In The Desert — Photo Essay by kenne

Desert Song

I thirst
for your rivers
your rippling mesas of sand
gold mirrors
on your sinuous curves

I thirst
for the saguaro
for the sweet juice of cactus
in the prickling sweat
of a desert sun

I thirst
for the searing of hot valleys
the bend of shimmer and heat
that bow that arcs the arrow
toward this center, my heart

I thirst
for the bloom, the sweet
languorous smells
this subtle perfume
elusive, as the scuttle of desert life

I thirst
for this tallest, deepest night
of stars and silence
when the moon is only a moon
silvering this light

— Ruth Housman

Clear For Landing   4 comments

Naturalists On Lemmon MeadowClear for Landing — Computer Art by kenne

“. . . to the soul,
the most minute details
and the most ordinary activities,
carried out with mindfulness and art,
have an effect far beyond
their apparent insignificance.”

— Thomas Moore

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