Mushrooms and Moss on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Moss holds the slope together.
Mushrooms rise, then vanish.
Water remembers both.
— kenne
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Mushrooms and Moss 5 comments
Leaves On Aspen Trail 2 comments
Aspen Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Yellow is the hush before the wind,
the trembling song of what must change.
On the Aspen Trail,
each leaf a coin of sunlight spent wisely—
then let go.
— kenne
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Trailing Windmill Wildflower 6 comments
Trailing Windmill Wildflower — Image by kenne
Trailing windmill blooms,
petals turning with the breeze—
mountain light flickers.
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White, Pink, and Green 6 comments
White, Pink, and Green — Photo-artistry by kenne
White, pink, green in bloom—
light and shadow brush each petal,
art grown from stillness.
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Honey Bee On Sneezeweed 1 comment
Honey Bee On Sneezeweed — Image by kenne
Honey bee at work—
sneezeweed sways on Mt. Lemmon,
gold dust in the breeze.
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Lupine Blue Butterfly On Cranesbill Wildflower 2 comments
Lupine Blue Butterfly On Cranesbill Wildflower — Image by kenne
Lupine blue flickers—
on cranesbill’s soft purple face,
wings kiss morning light.
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Desert Ragweed 2 comments
Desert Ragweed — Image by kenne
Desert Ragweed
In a land of thorns and thirst,
where silence coats the stones,
desert ragweed rises—
unassuming, wind-blown, bold.
It thrives where others falter,
roots deep in cracked terrain,
tossing pollen like a promise
on the shoulders of the wind.
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Purple Cactus Flower — Image by kenne
Purple bloom unfolds—
thorns guard a brief burst of grace,
desert breathes in hue.
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Teacher Leave a comment
SCVN Teacher In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Teacher
Ideals are like the stars,
Always above our reach.
Humbly I tried to learn,
More humbly did I teach.
On all honest virtues
I sought to keep firm hold.
I wanted to be a good man
Though I pinched my soul.
But now I lie beneath cool loam
Forgetting every dream;
And in this narrow bed of earth
No lights gleam.
In this narrow bed of earth
Star-dust never scatters,
And I tremble lest the darkness teach
Me that nothing matters.
Always above our reach.
Humbly I tried to learn,
More humbly did I teach.
On all honest virtues
I sought to keep firm hold.
I wanted to be a good man
Though I pinched my soul.
But now I lie beneath cool loam
Forgetting every dream;
And in this narrow bed of earth
No lights gleam.
In this narrow bed of earth
Star-dust never scatters,
And I tremble lest the darkness teach
Me that nothing matters.
— Langston Hughes
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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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A Sabino Canyon Morning 1 comment
A Sabino Canyon Morning — Panorama by kenne
what must it be like
to stand so firm, so sure?
in the desert even the saguaro
hold on as long as they can
twisting their arms in
protest or celebration.
you are like me,
understanding the surprise
of jesus, his rough feet
planted on the water
the water lapping
his toes and holding them.
you are like me, like him
perhaps, certain only that
the surest failure
is the unattempted walk.
— Lucille Clifton
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Sabino Canyon Lizard Walk Leave a comment
A small group of us braved the mid-morning desert heat in Sabino Canyon to conduct an SCVN lizard walk.
(August 3, 2024)
Common Side-blotched Lizard
Common Side-blotched Lizard
Common Side-blotched Lizard
Greater Earless Lizard
Greater Earless Lizard
Greater Earless Lizard
Gila Monster — Images by kenne
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Stages Of Life Leave a comment
Image by kenne
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
— from The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock by T S Eliot
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Hiking Esperero Trail In The Spring 3 comments
Hiking Esperero Trail In the Spring (Santa Catalina Mountains) –Image by kenne
In each line’s strange syllable: she awakes
as a gull, torn
between heaven and earth.
I accept her, stand with her face to face.
—in this dream: she wears her dress
like a sail, runs behind me, stopping
when I stop. She laughs
as a child speaking to herself:
“soul = pain + everything else.”
I bend clumsily at the knees
and I quarrel no more,
all I want is a human window
in a house whose roof is my life
–Marina Tsvetaeva
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Mushrooms On A Log 3 comments
Mushrooms On A Log — HDR Image by kenne
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants – (1350)
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants –
At Evening, it is not
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop opon a Spot
As if it tarried always
And yet it’s whole Career
Is shorter than a Snake’s Delay –
And fleeter than a Tare –
’Tis Vegetation’s Juggler –
The Germ of Alibi –
Doth like a Bubble antedate
And like a Bubble, hie –
I feel as if the Grass was pleased
To have it intermit –
This surreptitious Scion
Of Summer’s circumspect.
Had Nature any supple Face
Or could she one contemn –
Had Nature an Apostate –
That Mushroom – it is Him!
— Emily Dickinson
(For you purest, with respect to Emily Dickinson, we know mushrooms are not plants, but rather they are fungi.)
