A Grove of Saguaros in Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
And now we welcome the new year,
full of things that have never been.
— Ranier Maria Rilke
Archive for the ‘Landscape’ Category
A Grove of Saguaros 2 comments
Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon 1 comment
Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
— T. S. Eliot
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Winter Near The Santa Cruz River 1 comment
Winter Near The Santa Cruz River North Of Nogales, Arizona — Image by kenne
“It is not your responsibility to finish the work of perfecting the world,
but free to desist from it either.”
— Rabbi Tarfon
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Abstrack Nature Leave a comment
Abstract Nature (If you look carefully, this is landscape art.) — Computer art by kenne
On the road in Colorado.
— kenne
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Water Over The Dam Leave a comment
Water Over the Dam — Computer Art by kenne
he stands by the shore
watching water
flow over the dam
from the little creek
now a lake
soon to be
a creek again —
a journey to ponder
. . . is it just water over the dam?
kenne
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Caesalpinia pulcherrima 1 comment
Caesalpinia pulcherrima, Red Bird of Paradise — Computer Painting by kenne
I HIDE myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
— Emily Dickinson
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Douglas Spring Trail Panorama Leave a comment
Douglas Spring Trail Panorama Image by kenne
In the moment you feel a
belonging to an ancient time,
a time not seen, yet you feel it —
the dryness of a land
parched, dying of thirst.
Soon the trail switches back
and forth around large boulders
where lizards live in the dust
sometimes seen atop a boulder
doing their daily pushups
in the bright sunlight
soon returning to a dark place.
Stand here in the moment,
take yourself down the trail
toward the distant mountains.
The trail is narrow and dusty,
so narrow there are hikers
in front of you and behind,
not to your side, this is not
a shoulder to shoulder march,
this is a hike in single file.
Having entered this picture
you can stay till the poem ends
and the magic fades away.
For me, the photographer,
a part of me remains
poised in the moment.
— kenne
