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Saying Goodbye To Fall On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Aspen Draw Trail-978307200 blog.jpgSaying Goodbye to Fall On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-artistry by kenne

We have passed through fall, for now,

Saying goodbye to falling leaves,

Relaced by falling snowflakes, 

Blanketing the narrow forest trails.

* * * * *

“The ten hours’ light is abating,

And a late bird wings across,

Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,

Give their black heads a toss.”

— kenne

The Blast of The Self   1 comment

Aspen Draw Fall Colors 2013-8364 blog IIAn Aspen Fall — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In a letter dated 4/26/03, by brother Tom wrote:

“I am in the midst of ‘trying’ to memorize a poem . . .
‘Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour’ by Wallace Stevens . . .
never mind why . . .
although the exercise was triggered by a piece by
George Steiner in which he wrote:

‘The danger is that the text or music will lose what physics
calls its ‘critical mass,’ its implosive powers within
the echo chambers of the self.'”

Tom was aware that what is committed to memory
and susceptible to recall constitutes  “The Blast of  The Self,”
an intensity of outward attention — interest, curiosity,
a healthy obsession was a motivation stronger
even than love or hatred or fear.

— kenne

Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour

Light the first light of evening, as in a room 

In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:

Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.

Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.

Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one…
How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.

— Wallace Stevens

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors, A Gift From The Mountain Gods   1 comment

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors, A Gift From The Mountain Gods
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

Autumn Song   

Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse’s flowers will not last;
Nurses to the graves are gone,
And the prams go rolling on.

Whispering neighbours, left and right,
Pluck us from the real delight;
And the active hands must freeze
Lonely on the separate knees.

Dead in hundreds at the back
Follow wooden in our track,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.

Starving through the leafless wood
Trolls run scolding for their food;
And the nightingale is dumb,
And the angel will not come.

Cold, impossible, ahead
Lifts the mountain’s lovely head
Whose white waterfall could bless
Travellers in their last distress.

— W. H. Auden

 

Another Take On A Old Image   Leave a comment

Fall Leaves Art-II-2-72Another Take On A Old Image — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Nature is not evil. The world occasionally shrugs its shoulders,
and people get knocked off.
The earth, for geological reasons that
are well known,
is a fairly risky place to live. To be evil,
you have to have intent.
Any remarkable natural happening
in which no human will is employed
cannot be regarded as evil.

— Simon Winchester

Hiking with Old Buddies   1 comment

The SCVN Friday Nature Hike was Aspen Trail, Marshall Gulch Trail loop,
which would provide an opportunity to see the beautiful fall colors on Mt. Lemmon.
The Aspen Trail has a grove of aspens, which I blogged in a previous posting

Aspen Trail-8-72After hiking through the aspen grove, I began to get out in front of the nature hikers.
With less fall color on the remaining part of the Aspen Trail I decided to pick-up my pace.
I knew from past experience there would be plenty of fall color on the Marshall Gulch Trail.

Aspen Trail-21-72I was aware that my buddies, Jim Thompson and Tom Markey, were hiking the trail;
hence, I might be able to catch up with them. 

Aspen Trail-23-72I first began hiking with Jim and Tom nine years ago. They were part of the Monday Morning Milers (MMM),
the first hiking group with which I started hiking.

Aspen Trail-24-72Most of the MMM were lifetime hikers in southeast Arizona, many of whom were in their 80’s.

Aspen Trail-25-72Jim recently celebrated his 90th birthday.

Aspen Trail-26-72While Tom is a youngster like me, he’s 79.

Aspen Trail-27-72Images by kenne

It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern,
And ceases to be a mere sequence —
Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy
Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution,
Which becomes, in the popular mind,
A means of disowning the past.
The moments of happiness — not the sense of well-being,
Fruition, fulfillment, security or affection,
Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination —
We had the experience but missed the meaning,
And approach to the meaning restores the experience
In a different form, beyond any meaning
We can assign to happiness.

— from “Four Quartets” by T. S. Eliot

Sabino Canyon Fall Colors Panoramas   4 comments

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Rain Drops On Autumn Leaves   Leave a comment

Bear Waller Oct 2013-8165 III blogRain Drops On Autumn Leaves — Image by kenne

there’s a dry cold air

remaining after a dawn rain

in the high desert mountains

not cold enough to snow

yet cold enough

to send a chill

throughout your body

the morning sunrise guides light

inside the dark forest

just ahead of a morning jogger

following a trail

forming a seam

across the forest floor

carpeted with leaves

of red and gold

dotted with raindrops

appearing to jump

as the returning light 

glimmers through 

each temporary dome

soon to disappear

beneath a winter blanket of snow

— kenne

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