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Pusch Ridge Wilderness Panorama   Leave a comment

Marshall Gulch #3Pusch Ridge Wilderness In the Santa Catalina Mountains– Panorama by kenne

Feel the thrill of being in the moment.

— kenne

 

There’s A Chill In The Air   Leave a comment

Morning Snow On The Catalinas-2-72New Year’s Day Morning with More Snow On The Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

This is the first time the front range got some snow with much more on Mt. Lemmon —  not visible from this location.
At this posting, it is still snowing at the higher elevations.

— kenne

Leaves On A Log — Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Fall Leaves on Log Painting-blogLeaves 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

Arizona Fleabane Wildflowers   Leave a comment

Arizona Fleabane-Edit-1-blogArizona Fleabane Wildflowers On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Named after the state
This fleabane loves shaded slopes
Found alone streambeds.

— kenne

Treetop   Leave a comment

Tree Top-Edit-1-blog“Treetop” (Destroyed by fire, the tree stills reaches for the sun.)– Image by kenne

The Tree
I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow
And that god-feasting couple old
that grew elm-oak amid the wold.
‘Twas not until the gods had been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart’s home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
— Ezra Pound

 

Posted November 17, 2018 by kenneturner in Information, Mt. Lemmon, Photography, Poetry

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Mountain Marigold — Photo-Artistry   2 comments

Mountain Marigold-art-blog-IIMountain Marigold on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

— Norman Cousins

“Dreams Are The Seedlings Of Realities.”   3 comments

Mushrooms-Edit-blogAmanita Muscaria Mushrooms — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The greatest achievement was
at first and for a time a dream.
The oaks sleeps in the acorn;
the bird waits in the egg;
and in the highest vision
of the soul a waking angel stirs.
Dreams are the seedlings of realities.

— James Allen

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