Mixed Art by kenne
Petals in soft squares,
spring arranged in patchwork light—
blossoms held in frame.
Archive for the ‘Mt. Lemmon’ Category
Pedals In Soft Squares 2 comments
Raven In The Snow Leave a comment
Raven In The Snow (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne
Raven in the snow
A big bird trying to land
A black and white view.
— kenne
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Hikers Taking In The View 2 comments
Hikers Taking In The View (08/29/11) — Image by kenne
I love Nature partly because she is not man, but a retreat from him.
None of his institutions control or pervade her. There a different kind of right prevails.
In her midst I can be glad with an entire gladness. If this world were all man,
I could not stretch myself, I should lose all hope. He is constraint, she is freedom to me.
He makes me wish for another world. She makes me content with this.
— Henry David Thoreau
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Young Aspens In The Forest 2 comments
Young Aspens In The Forest — Image by kenne
Lost and certain of it, the woods crowd in
allowing only glimpses of the track
that was so clear and broad and well-traveled
only moments back where the sun fell bright
between the leaves to dapple the mast, but
lost and certain of it, the woods crowd in
spinning the senses like leaves in a wind
risen from the past to obscure the path
that was so clear and broad and well traveled.
Let the woods crowd out
all that is clear and broad and well traveled.
— from Lost and certain of it by Bryce Milligan
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Taking A Water Break On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
— from Going for Water by Robert Frost
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Autumn On Mt. Lemmon 1 comment
Aspens Near The Ski Runs On Mt. Lemmon
Autumn wind chases in
From all directions
And a thousand chaste leaves
Give way.
— from Nature Aria by Yi Lei
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Autumn Forest Floor Leave a comment
Autumn Forest Floor — Photo-artistry by kenne
“I see the turning of a leaf dancing in the autumn sun,
and brilliant shades of crimson glowing when the day is done.”
— Hazelmarie Elliott
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A Mushroom In The Autumn 1 comment
A Mushroom In The Autumn on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
We all have forests in our minds.
Forests unexplored, unending.
Each one of us gets lost in the
forest, every night, alone.
— Ursula Le Guin
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Sunrise Through the Trees On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Signs of autumn echoes
Throughout the forest
As time present becomes
Time past in a moment.
As the aspen leaves
Dance in the breeze
There is only the dance —
Neither moment from
Nor towards.
— kenne
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Forest Floor Leave a comment
Forest Floor On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
“Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.”
— Chief Seathl
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Autumn Nature Leave a comment
Autumn Nature (A Walk In The Woods) — Image by kenne
Nature
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.
— Henry David Thoreau
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Aspen Trail On Mt. Lemmon 2 comments
Aspen Trail In The Autumn on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
“Just an hour north of Tucson, Mount Lemmon offers a refreshing fall escape in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
As travelers ascend the scenic Catalina Highway, the magical saguaros give way to towering pines and maples,
their leaves ablaze with red and orange hues. At 9,000 feet, Mount Lemmon provides a cool retreat from the desert,
perfect for hiking among the vibrant autumn colors. Outdoor lovers can explore the Aspen and Marshall Gulch trails,
surrounded by vivid fall foliage.”
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The Falling Leaves 1 comment
The Falling Leaves On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
The Falling Leaves
Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
But in their beauty strewed
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.
— Margaret Postgate Cole
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Signs of Autumn On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
— from To Autumn by John Keats
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Fall On Mt. Lemmon 3 comments
Fall On Mt. Lemmon — Painting by kenne
It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
— Mark Twain
