Archive for the ‘Fall’ Category
A Fall Hike On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
A POEM IS A MOUNTAIN
a poem is a mountain
high above the city,
a place of contrasts,
filled with periods of
rain, snow and drought.
a poem is a mountain
filled with expressions of time,
filled with seasons
filled with life and death.
a poem is a mountain
growing old without pity
where God touches earth
bringing forth new life
changing earth’s colors.
a poem is a mountain
where rocks mark places,
silence bringing on sound,
directing the eye
to things not seen —
only then does the
mountain become a poem
— kenne
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Autumn In Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet
For the ripple to run over in its mirth;
Listening the while, where on the heap of stones
The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;
Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
If you loved only what were worth your love,
Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:
Make the low nature better by your throes!
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!
— Robert Browning
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Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Drive thirty-five miles
To mixed conifer forest
Above the desert.
— kenne
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A Fall Hike In the Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Fields of gold
more beautiful
than any mineral
Strike it rich
it’s out there
to be found
There’s more
I know, just
keep on hiking
Over the hills
through meadows
of golden magic
— kenne
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Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms — HDR Image by kenne
out of the darkness
into the forest shadows
a new life in light
— kenne
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Fall In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne
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Aspen Draw Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
You should always know when
you’re shifting gears in life.
You should leave your era,
it should never leave you.
— Leontyne Price
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Fall Landscape — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“It is precisely because we resist
the darkness in ourselves
that we miss the depths
of the loveliness, beauty,
brilliance, creativity, and joy
that lie at our core.”
— Thomas Moore
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End of Day Reflections — Image by kenne
Picture window
Fall sunset
Darkness settles
Lights shine inside
Window reflects
Sunset is gone
Day becomes night
Mirror window
‘Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest …’
— kenne
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Leaves On A Log — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Went looking for faith on the forest floor,
and it showed up everywhere.
In the sun, and the water,
and the falling leaves,
the falling leaves of time.
— Neil Young
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Fallen Leaves — Abstract Art by kenne
The mountain leaves
Now cover the ground
Shadows of limbs.
— kenne
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Early Morning Light on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Beneath a yellow fading tree,
As red suns light thee, Autumn-morn,
In wildest rapture let me see
The sweets that most thy charms adorn.
O while my eye the landscape views,
What countless beauties are display’d;
What varied tints of nameless hues, —
Shades endless melting into shade.
— from “Autumn” by John Clare
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The Slopes are Waiting — Image by kenne
It’s been a warm and dry fall on Mt. Lemmon, which could be a sign of little moisture and low temperatures the winter for Sky Valley.
— kenne
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End of November — Image by kenne
End of November
The canyon has bedded down
Moon rises along.
— kenne
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First Camellia Bonsai Blossom — Image by kenne
One year ago October, our friends Kathy and Bob from Winchester, Virginia visited us. They gave us our first camellia bonsai tree. Since then I have been careful to make sure it was watered regularly here in the desert southwest. Although it is typically a late fall blooming plant, the little tree didn’t have any blossoms when we receive it. So, we have been anxiously waiting for it to bloom this fall, wondering if the buds were ever going to open. This image is the first blossom.
Thanks again, Kathy and Bob for the lovely bonsai.
— kenne
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