
A Desert Raining Morning In The Catalina Foothills — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
–Emily Dickinson
A Desert Raining Morning In The Catalina Foothills — Photo-Artistry by kenne
–Emily Dickinson
Ash-throated Flycatcher Near Tubac Along The Santa Cruz River
Ash-throated Flycatcher Near Tubac Along The Santa Cruz River
Lesser Goldfinch In A Mesquite Tree
Albert’s Towhee — Images by kenne
— kenne
— Emily Dickinson
Hiking Bighorn Country In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
Death Of A Tulip — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from Bloom by Emily Dickinson
Stormy Weather Over The South Rim of The Santa Catilina Mountains — Panorama by kenne
A Thunderstorm
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, –
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father’s house,
Just quartering a tree.
— Emily Dickinson
Blue Dashers Mating (Sweetwater Wetlands) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Come slowly Eden
Lips unused to thee —
Bashful sip thy jasmines —
As the fainting bee
— Emily Dickinson
Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne