Mourning Doves In The Morning Sunlight (Sabino Canyon Recreational Area) — Image by kenne
“For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.”
— from Four Quartets, by T. S. Eliot
Saguaro Buds In Sabino Canyon (January 7, 2020) — Image by kenne
The top part of this saguaro has died while the arms have new buds months before
saguaros typically bloom in April. The one thing we have learned about nature is that it
can be unpredictable.
— kenne
Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
I love this poem. Like any poem that resonates, it does so in one’s own heart, head, and hands
connecting us to the world around us, for good or bad.
Machines are an extension of who we are. When produced by the right values,
the result will be the right thoughts. “Right thoughts produce right actions and
right actions produce work, which will be a material reflection for others
to see of the serenity at the center of it all,” understanding that we’re connected with everything.
All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace
Madera Canyon is always a beautiful canyon in which to hike especially in the fall when the
Arizona Sycamores are in color. This SCVN Friday hike, in the Santa Rita Mountains,
provided a nice contrast to our usual hikes in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
This image is looking down on Madera Canyon below some of the higher pikes in the Santa Ritas
(The highest is Mt. Wrightson on the right with an elevation of 9,453 feet.)
Our hike began down near a dried-up creek bed, then taking us up along the canyon’s edge.
What a beautiful day to be hiking with friends and nature lovers.
Images by kenne
“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
―
Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN) Photo-Essay
— Images by kenne
— John Muir
Whimsical Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
There’s a naked butterfly
With black and yellow wings
On a yellow body attracted to
Hidden wonders when rain
Washes away desert dust
Letting the world change —
I’m happy to watch the wind.
— kenne
Golden Columbine — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Laozi
