Clouds Above Windy Point — Image by kenne
Windy Point offers a sweeping panorama
that stretches beyond the viewfinder.
We take a picture anyway,
because apparently humans enjoy
reducing impressive things to rectangles.
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Capturing The Moment At Windy Point 2 comments
The Sky’s Announcement 1 comment
Image by kenne
The sky
doesn’t use words.
It just turns gold,
then amber,
then impossible.
And somehow
we all get the message:
Fall is here.
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Sandhill Cranes 2 comments
Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw — Image by kenne
All winter the valley
held their voices.
Now the wind opens a door
and thousands rise—
long necks, slow wings,
syllables of change.
Somewhere north
a river bends
and already expects them.
Migration is simply
love moving
toward its next body.
— kenne
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Two Green Helicopters 3 comments
Common Green Darner Dragonflies — Image by kenne
two green helicopters
hooked together
like they don’t give a damn
who’s watching.
the pond water barely moves.
a red-wing blackbird mouths off.
life keeps doing
what life does—
no speeches,
no apologies.
— kenne
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Great Blue Heron Over the Sweetwater Wetlands — Image by kenne
A shadow slides across the marsh
before the bird arrives.
Long legs trailing,
neck folded like a question.
For a moment,
the wetlands remember
what this valley looked like
before water engineers showed up.
— kenne
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They Arrive Without Announcement 2 comments
Cedar Waxwings Arrive Without Announcement — Image by kenne
Soft crests,
yellow-tipped tails—
a small northern fire.
We host them briefly.
The desert offers fruit,
water,
a resting branch.
Hospitality is an old law.
— kenne
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Great Blue Heron 1 comment
Great Blue Heron — Image by kenne
Golden eye
tracking light on scales.
No hurry in him—
only weather,
only patience
older than bridges upstream.
The river keeps moving.
He does not.
— kenne
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The Presence Of The Reaven 3 comments
Reaven In The Desert — Image by kenne
I have distrusted symbols
most of my life,
yet there it is—
black wings over sand
that has forgotten rain.
The bird does not promise rescue.
It promises presence.
In the desert,
that distinction matters.
— kenne
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Spring Flowers In The Catalina Foothills 4 comments
Wildflowers In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Catalina foothills—
poppies flare in the gravel wash,
lupine stitching nitrogen
back into the lean soil.
Rock, root, bee—
no wasted motion.
Wind off the Santa Catalinas
combs the grass
and the flowers bow
without complaint.
— kenne
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The Butterfly’s Tail Flickers In Blue Ember 1 comment
Gray Hairstreak on Desert Marigold — Image by kenne
So small—
and yet the marigold bends
as if honored.
The butterfly’s tail
flickers a blue ember.
I have lived long enough
to know
that such brightness
arrives without warning
and leaves the same way.
Still, it is here.
That is enough.
— kenne
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Eastern Bluebird Waiting For A Ride 1 comment
Eastern Bluebird — Image by kenne
An eastern bluebird
lost his way to Tucson,
sits on a dead twig
like he’s waiting on a ride
that ain’t coming.
— kenne
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Seed Pod Releasing Seeds To the Wind — Image by kenne
When it is finished,
the pod remains—
curved, hollow, precise.
Proof that purpose
does not require permanence.
— kenne
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Intuition Enjoys Life and Its Challenges Leave a comment
Female Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Whenever we need
to make a very important decision
it is best to trust our instincts,
because reason usually tries to
remove us from our dream,
saying that the time is not yet right.
Reason is afraid of defeat,
but intuition enjoys life and its challenges.
— Paulo Coelho
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Desert Existential Moment — Image by kenne
Thinking is the fever we mistake for health.
We name the world to quiet it,
draw borders around what frightens us.
But fear is faithful—
it returns with every sunrise,
reminding us the map is not the mountain,
and reason only another storm
in the endless desert of being.
— kenne
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Hummingbirds And The Angle Of Light 3 comments
Anna’s Hummingbird, I Think — Image by kenne
Hummingbirds and the Angle of Light
The light deceives—
what was emerald becomes flame,
what was ruby turns to shadow.
You think you see the bird,
but it is the god you glimpse instead—
that quick shimmer between worlds.
They are not creatures of feather alone,
but of transformation,
messengers of the moment
when color forgets its name
and becomes pure presence.
Stand still,
and the air itself begins to sing—
reminding you
that beauty is never the thing seen,
but the seeing.
— kenne
