Archive for the ‘Desert’ Category
Kate, Matt, Nick and Joy (April 2011) — Images by kenne
In April of 2011, Grandson Nick, and parents Kate and Matt visited us here in Tucson. At that time Nick was five. Tomorrow, Nick and mom Kate return with Jaxon, grandson number two who will be five in May. Matt will be taking care of things back in Ft. Collins. Last time we saw the boys was two years ago in Ft. Collins. We are looking forward to a great week in the desert.
Granddad and Nick at The Pima Air & Space Museum (April 2011)
I have a daughter and two grandsons
who live in the beautiful city of Ft.Collins.
I have a son and a beautiful granddaughter
who live in Atascocita, a sea level village in Texas.
— kenne
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Christmas Decorations In the Desert — Image by kenne
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Western Window On the Past — Image by kenne
The wind moves unnoticed through the window
like the memory of forgotten times
punctuated by years of drought
where water no longer moves
atop the creek beds, and cattle no longer roam,
each not sustainable in the basin
below the Peloncillo Mountains
where desert bushes and cactus
have replaced the grasslands
near Doubtful Pass trail once used by
the Butterfield Overland Stagecoach Company.
— kenne
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Broken Branch — Computer Art by kenne
Broken
by the storm
blowed against
a bolder wall
aged by the sun
now gray and white —
old and broken
but still alive.
— kenne
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Savannah Sparrow in a Mesquite Tree (Sabino Canyon, January 1, 2016)– Image by kenne
The sparrows are preparing for winter,
each one dressed in a plain brown coat
and singing a cheerful song.
— Charles Kuralt
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Creosote Seed Pods — Grunge Art by kenne
Fuzzy-white seed pods
Decorate the creosote bush
A plant of the ages.
— kenne
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Blues at Dusk — Image by kenne
The Light
is no more outside the window, or
on the walls. All that was dissolves.
I watch the lights of evening
flicker across the way
as moths flutter near the
lights of limited space
in an unlimited world
brushing up against the darkness.
— kenne
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“Blossom of Colors” — Computer Art by kenne
What is art?
What is life?
What is time?
I know, but
when you ask me
I don’t.
To define
is to fix
in place,
nothing
in real life
is fixed.
— kenne
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Gibraltar Butte, Sedona, Arizona
Gibraltar Butte Panorama — Images by kenne
To communicate with earth,
converse with spirits,
to report the vortex,
link with the omens of time,
and recurrent images —
a moment in and out of time.
— kenne
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Red Rock Country Panorama (June 15, 2015) — Image by kenne
This panorama was taken at the base of Cathedral Rock looking east at incredible formations containing over 300 million years of geological history.
If you have the slightest addiction to photography, it’s easy to overdose in the Sedona/Oak Creek area of the Coconino National Forest — I did!
I just returned from several days in one of the most spiritual places on earth, a place I can contemplate nature and be in communication with other living things — try it, you will like and the force will help you learn to love it.
My actual prove,
Red is the color of earth —
So, what’s not to love!
— kenne
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Sonoran Desert Wildflowers — Image by kenne
We stand together
Belief clings, but faith let’s go —
Confirm the unknown.
— kenne
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Wildflower Art — Image by kenne
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Colorado River South of Hoover Dam Panorama — Images by kenne
The Rocks
of these mountains
are no match against
the mighty river.
Weary of its motion
they open to
potent penetration.
— kenne
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Female Desert Tortoise Covering Her Eggs — Image by kenne
HELMET GIRL
It’s spring.
Yellow wildflowers
dot the desert
landscape.
Strong winds
rain dusk
down on her.
She moves
at her own pace,
slow.
Having stored his sperm
from a casual meeting
last fall,
she carefully
selects a place —
digging
in the dry
desert soil
burying
a clutch of eggs.
— kenne
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