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Cutleaf evening primrose   1 comment

Bear Wallow LeavesCutleaf evening primrose Image by kenne

An evening primrose
Just drifting in the moment
Even though I hide.


Dried Wildflower Collage   Leave a comment

dried-plant-collage-blog.jpgDried Wildflower Collage — Image by kenne

And Then

The labyrinths
that time creates

(Only the desert

The heart,
fountain of desire,

(Only the desert

The illusion of dawn
and kisses

Only the desert

— Federico Garcia Lorca

Western Dayflower   Leave a comment

Day Flower-3105 framed blogWestern Dayflower (Commelina dianthifolia) On Mt. Lemmon (August 2017) — Image by kenne

This deciduous perennial forb lacks nectar-producing glands, an adaptation that conserves energy. Still, the colorful pedals and prominent anthers and stamen lure sugar-hungry pollinators, whom inevitably  come up empty handed. However, this trait is enough to allow cross pollination to occur between flowers. Its habitat is mainly cooler regions ranging from 3000 to 10,000′ in elevation.


Mt. Lemmon Ski Run — Fall Colors   Leave a comment

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Mt. 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.

Aspens Along The Fenceline   Leave a comment

Fall Colors 2014-4281 Layers art blogAspens Along the Fenceline Computer Painting by kenne

Aspens in the haze
One questioning what is real
What is meant to be.

— kenne


End Of Summer   2 comments

Golden Columbine-3120 art blog“End of Summer” — Computer Art by kenne

It is not in the world of ideas that life is lived. Life is lived for better or worse in life, and to a man in life, his life can be no more absurd than it can be the opposite of absurd, whatever that…

— Archibald MacLeish

A Walk In The Woods   1 comment

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Autumn On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

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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