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Mountain Wildflowers   Leave a comment

Wildflowers on Mt. Lemmon, Santa Catalina Mountains — Images by kenne

What is the late November doing
With the disturbance of the spring
And creatures of the summer heat,
And snowdrops writhing under feet
And hollyhocks that aim too high
Red into grey and tumble down
Late roses filled with early snow?
Thunder rolled by the rolling stars
Simulates triumphal cars
Deployed in constellated wars
Scorpion fights against the sun
Until the Sun and Moon go down
Comets weep and Leonids fly
Hunt the heavens and the plains
Whirled in a vortex that shall bring
The world to that destructive fire
Which burns before the ice-cap reigns

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Aspen Draw Trail — Fall Colors   1 comment

Aspen Draw Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

 

Walk the mountain trails

Beauty is all around us

Never to forget.

 

The words miss the mark

If only they could capture

The moment in time.

 

So, we keep trying

To share visual moments

And all its beauty.


— kenne

 

Cabin In The Woods   1 comment

Cabin In The Woods (Mt. Lemmon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I wish I could escape to that cabin in the woods,
Where the trees have a face like no other.
And those trees play songs,
with the breeze sweeping through their branches.
I wish I could hear their songs.
Not just hear, but to actively listen
Because they fill their chords with notes of love.
I want their tunes to brush my ear
and their leaves to gently cover me from above.
The leaves that don’t crunch or wither or die.
The leaves are full of ever-increasing life.
When the fallen leaves have touched my skin
Chills cover my flesh and shoot me with a sensation.
I have been touched by this gracious life.

— from Cabin In The Woods by Little.Bird

Fall On The Mountain   1 comment

Mt. Lemmon Colors — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The closer you get to nature

the more your personal values 

become your reason for living.

— kenne

Lower Box Camp Trail   2 comments

Lower Box Camp Trail in the Santa Catalina Mountains (09/06/19)– Image by kenne

When hiking the Box  Camp Trail, the top part of the trail is in the Pine Forest biome,
where the dominant plants are  AZ Pine, SW White Pine, Ponderosa Pine, and
occasional Douglas-Fir. This image shows a view of the Tucson basin and the
Santa Rita Mountain to the south
, where the Oak Woodland biome takes over (5,000′ – 6,000′).

— kenne

Now Lay On Your Eyes   1 comment

Autumn Abstract Art by kenne

Added layers to art 
Colors and shapes change the view
Now lay on your eyes.

— kenne

Turn and Run   Leave a comment

Wilderness Rock Trail 09-01-14-3697-Arizona Gray Squirrel-72

Wilderness Rock Trail 09-01-14-3698-Arizona Gray Squirrel-72

Arizona Gray Squirrel (Mt. Lemmon, 09/01/14) Images by kenne

Turn and Run

Invading a place
Belonging to another
How was I to know?

— kenne

Fall Shadows On The Mountain   Leave a comment

Fall Shadows On The Mountain — Image by kenne

What would shadows be without light?

What would light be without shadows?

So much of what existence  is all about,

One can not exist do without the other.

— kenne

Fall Colors — Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

October Colors on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Fall

Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season
Changes its tense in the long-haired maples
That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves
Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition
With the final remaining cardinals) and then
Begin to sidle and float through the air, at last
Settling into colorful layers carpeting the ground.
At twilight the light, too, is layered in the trees
In a season of odd, dusky congruences—a scarlet tanager
And the odor of burning leaves, a golden retriever
Loping down the center of a wide street and the sun
Setting behind smoke-filled trees in the distance,
A gap opening up in the treetops and a bruised cloud
Blamelessly filling the space with purples. Everything
Changes and moves in the split second between summer’s
Sprawling past and winter’s hard revision, one moment
Pulling out of the station according to schedule,
Another moment arriving on the next platform. It
Happens almost like clockwork: the leaves drift away
From their branches and gather slowly at our feet,
Sliding over our ankles, and the season begins moving
Around us even as its colorful weather moves us,
Even as it pulls us into its dusty, twilit pockets.
And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us.

— Edward Hirsch (from his 1986 book of poems, Wild  Gratitude)

Early Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon   1 comment

Early Aspen Colors on Mt. Lemmon (October 8, 2020)  — Images by kenne

Most trails on Mt. Lemmon remain closed after the Bighorn fire, leaving
many burn-scarred areas. As a result, photographing the fall colors will be limited
to Summerhaven and Ski Valley.

— kenne

October On The Mountain   Leave a comment

October On the Mountain — Photo-Artistry by kenne

OCTOBER

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Robert Frost

Texas Crescent Butterfly   Leave a comment

Texas Crescent Butterfly — Image by kenne

I like writing about where I am,
where I happen to be sitting,
the humidity or the clouds,
the scene outside the window—
a pink tree in bloom,
a neighbor walking his small, nervous dog.
And if I am drinking
a cup of tea at the time
or a small glass of whiskey,
I will find a line to put it on.

— from In the Room of a Thousand Miles by Billy Collins

Mountain Dreams   1 comment

Looking Forward to Hiking Soon In The Catalina Mountains 

Affective September 21, 2020 some of the trails are now open in the
Santa Catalina Mountains after closure after the Bighorn Fire.
These trails remain closed at the burn scar boundary due to hazards that can cause injuries.

Oracle Ridge Trail #1 (3.2 miles)
Brush Corral Trail #19 (1.75 miles)
Mint Spring Trail #20 (0.3 mile)
Box Camp Trail #22 (3.5 miles)
Sabino West Fork Trail #24 (1 mile)
Esperero Trail #25 (3.3 miles)
Finger Rock Trail #42 (1.5 miles)
Pima Canyon Trail #62 (2.4 miles)
Ventana Trail #98 (2 miles)
Pontatoc Trail #410 (2 miles)
Guthrie trail #704A (0.5 mile)
Arizona Trail (32.5 miles)

— kenne

Nature Is My Home   Leave a comment

Yarrow Wildflower On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”

— Gary Snyder

Red-Top Mushroom Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Red-Top Mushroom — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.”

—  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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