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This Blue-winged Bird   1 comment

Eastern Bluebird (August 8, 2012) Image by kenne

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don’t know
But he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below
 
He got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
Where his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
And Willie, he was once a great blues singer
And Wing & Willie wrote him up a song
 
     (They sang,)
     “It’s dark in here, can’t see the light
     But I look at this blue wing when I close my eyes
     And I fly away, beyond these walls
     Up above the clouds, where the rain don’t fall
     On a poor man’s dream”
 
— from Blue Wing by Tom Russell
 
 

Arizona Gray Squirrel   2 comments

Arizona Gray Squirrel On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

“the squirs came to my house.”
“they did?”
“yes.”
“squirrels?”
“squirs!”
“were there many of them?”

“many of them.”
“what happened?”
“they talked to me.”
“they did?”
“yes, they talked to me.”
“what did they say?”
“they asked me if I wanted . . .”
“what did they say?”
“they asked me if I wanted a fix.”
“what? what did you say?”
“I said — ‘they asked me if I wanted a fix.’ “
“and what did you say?”
“I said, ‘no.’
“and what did the squirs say?”
“they said, ‘WELL, ALL RIGHT!’ “

— from notes of a dirty old man by Charles Bukowski

The Woods Do That To You . . .   1 comment

Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all.
The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost,
like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream,
like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water,
most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or
past manhood and all the living and the dying and the
heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds
as they pass overhead seem to testify
(by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.”

–Jack Kerouac

Sabino Creek In February   Leave a comment

Sabino Creek In February — HDR Image by kenne

The water in the creek is mainly coming from Mt. Lemmon snowmelt.

Raven In A Winter Wonderland   3 comments

Raven In A Winter Wonderland — Image by kenne


Create the picture you wish to show
Relieve my mind before I blow.
Use my hand,
I’ll take the chance,
I trust you with my mind and limb
Sing to me your silent hymn
Sedate me with your loving trance,
Trace your world upon this pale land.

— from A Raven In The Snow by AemmaBella

Female Phainopepla In The Pines   Leave a comment

Female Phainopepla In The Pines (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne

Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms   Leave a comment

Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms — HDR Image by kenne

out of the darkness

into the forest shadows

a new life in light

— kenne

Albert’s Squirrel   Leave a comment

Albert’s Squirrel (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne

Abert’s squirrels live, nest, feed, and seek refuge from enemies mostly in
Ponderosa pine forests, but also can be found in mixed coniferous forests
where they are likely to have been introduced by humans.

All Abert’s squirrels have prominent ear tufts and long, bushy tails.
During the winter, ear tassels measure about an inch in length
(thus the nickname, “tassel eared squirrel”) but become shorter in summer.

 

Aspen Draw Fall Colors   Leave a comment

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

 

Road To Mt. Lemmon   1 comment

Fall Colors On The Road To Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

I know fall is here
You can feel it in the air
Signs are everywhere.

A blue sky above
Framing the colors of fall
Can we stop the clock?

The days are shorter
Our nights are by the fireplace
It’s hot-toddy time!

— kenne

Neutral Touches Interwoven   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I am a lone raven high
above the canyon wall
circling up, then down
as hikers make their way
on the old mule trail up
to a series of switch-backs
opening into a meadow
where many options prevail
going east, going west
before turning back north
to the mountain called Lemmon.

I am a lone raven blessed
to fly above other mortals
circling up, then down
but still, I work hard to fly
seeing images of life below
inspiration of an alien being
a curious extrovert, I call out
taken as a signal by some
just a lot of noise by others
still unnoticed by others
neutral touches interwoven.

— kenne

Aspen Trail On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Aspen Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”

– Albert Camus

Common Mullein   Leave a comment

Common Mullein — Image by kenne

A single moment of understanding
can flood a whole life with meaning.
— Anonymous

The Flower That Smiles Today   Leave a comment

Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne

The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world’s delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.

— from The Flower That Smiles Today by Percy Shelley

Sneezeweed Art   Leave a comment

Sneezeweed Art by kenne

Green to blue

Yellow to orange

New to old

— kenne

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