Archive for the ‘Fall Colors’ Category
Rain 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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Creek Reflections — Computer Art by kenne
Sky above,
water below,
or is it
the other way around —
it’s your call
in our upside-down
world.
— kenne
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Dry Times In Sabino Canyon — Images by kenne
These images are near the dam area of Sabino Creek, which has been dry for some time.
“Goodbye — if you hear of my being stood up a
stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a
pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease,
or falling down the cellar stairs.”
— Pancho Villa
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Mt. Lemmon Ski Run, Fall Colors — Image by kenne
“During World War II, a group of skiers made up of Lowell Thomas , a noted journalist and adventurer, a local forest ranger, and many Davis Monthan serviceman which included Thomas’ son, later a Governor of Alaska, and Art Devlin, a future Olympic ski jumper and Television commentator, formed the Saguaro Ski Club. The well-known cartoonist, Paul Webb, created a patch and membership certificates for the club showing a skier wrapped around a saguaro cactus.” Click here for more information.
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Autumn On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Nature
by Henry David Thoreau
O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, –
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.
In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do, –
Only – be it near to you!
For I’d rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city’s year forlorn.
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Image by kenne
Lonely ski slopes
off the mountaintop
surrounded by a
forest of color, with
small brooks passing.
So it is with me
to hike the Aspen Draw
up the slopes
under the fall colors —
sun mingling with leaves.
Once near the top
a girl with yellow hair
passes by without
saying a word, not
knowing I was there.
A stranger to
everything
and everyone
just passing through
this lonely world.
— kenne
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Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterflies — Grunge Art by kenne
“Just living is not enough,”
said the butterfly,
“one must have sunshine,
freedom and a little flower.”
— Hans Christian Andersen
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