Poppies are Popping In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
I dream of a quiet man who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows where the rarest wildflowers are blooming, and who goes, and finds that he is smiling not by his own will.
This morning on the Plant and Bird Walk, we could see a small flock of Eastern Bluebirds, none close enough to get any good photos, but more will be coming to Sabino Canyon because of all the desert mistletoe berries in the canyon. Till then, the berries are attracting plenty of Phainopeplas. — 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.”
Bee On Fairy Duster Wildflower (July 16, 2021) — Image by kenne
The draft of this posting was done in late July before we went on our August road trip. However, many photos later, just today, I noticed this unpublished draft — Better late than never.
I took this image in September 2011 while on my first Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN) nature walk. I was so appalled that someone cut off the top of this young (probably 35-40 years old) saguaro cactus.
Sadly, over the years, I have frequently seen this type of vandalism.
This Image, taken July 27, 2021, illustrates the resiliency of nature. — Image by kenne
Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.