Archive for the ‘Nature’ Category

In A Sea Of Green   3 comments

Pipevine Swallowtail On  A Thistle — Image by kenne

The swallowtail lands—
a flicker of blue fire
on the rough crown of thistle.

The meadow holds its breath,
each blade of grass
a prayer for stillness.

Beauty, brief and unashamed,
goes on living
without our witness.

— kenne

Two Cedar Waxwings In The Canyon   2 comments

Two Cedar Waxwings In The Canyon — Image by kenne

Waxwings in Sabino Canyon

Out of the dry wash—
stone upon stone,
echo of waters parted—
two cedar waxwings perch,
silent ministers
in a wilderness of thorns.

Early spring—
season of beginnings
already half-broken,
waiting for breath.

They do not touch.
The pause is their covenant.
And the canyon
is witness.

Blood Moon   Leave a comment

Blood moon — Image by kenne

A total lunar eclipse will occur overnight on Sunday (Sept. 7) into the early hours of Monday (Sept. 8), creating a striking red ‘blood moon’ for skywatchers across Asia, Western Australia, and Europe. Unfortunately, the Americas missed out on this one. I made the above image ten years ago (September 28, 2015).

The eclipse begins as the moon enters Earth’s penumbral shadow, causing a subtle shading effect. As it moves deeper into the umbra, a dark shadow will creep across the lunar surface until, during “totality,” it turns a reddish-orange hue. The exact shade of the blood moon depends on Earth’s atmospheric conditions at the time of the eclipse. Source: space.com

Monsoon Sunset From Our Patio   Leave a comment

Monsoon Sunset from Our Patio — Image by kenne

Even when the storm hides the sky, the sun finds a crack to remind us it is eternal.

— kenne

Nurse Tree   2 comments

Sabino Canyon Sunrise — Image by kenne

Nurse Tree

The saguaros stand—
green towers,
ribbed and stubborn,
older than fences,
older than men.

At their side
a mesquite stands broken,
once a nurse tree,
a shield from sun and frost,
now driftwood for the wind.

That’s the desert way:
to raise the young,
then vanish—
leaving only the wind,
and the silence
of a job well done.

 

This Old Saguaro Bends   1 comment

Saguaro Cactus Down By The Wash — Image by kenne

Gravity Prevails

This old saguaro bends,
arms too heavy for the trunk,
two pressed down to the ground
like crutches that keep it standing.

I know the feeling — knees gone,
back stiff in the mornings,
each step a small negotiation
with the earth below.

They say the cactus has lived
a hundred years, maybe two —
having seen men die younger,
and still it leans,
still it finds a way
to stay upright,
though gravity has claimed
every inch of it.

I used to think
I could resist—
work harder,
drink less,
walk farther,
but the cactus
tells me the truth:
sooner or later,
you bow down.

What matters
is how long you keep
your arms in the air,
catching light,
refusing to be silenced,
before the earth
pulls you all the way down.

— kenne

Wonder In Nature   8 comments

Pine Cone on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.”

 
― E.B. White
 

Chiaroscuro Sky Over The Catalinas   Leave a comment

Chiaroscuro Sky Over The Catalinas — Image by kenne

Above the Catalinas,
the sky sharpens into
shadow and flame—
a chiaroscuro sky,
each edge cut bold against the light.

The mountains hold their ground,
stone shoulders darkening
beneath the storm’s bright weight.

In this high contrast of heaven and earth,
the desert waits,
every ridge and ravine
alive with the promise of rain.

Sleepy Orange Butterfly   2 comments

Sleepy Orange Butterfly — Image by kenne

Sleepy orange rests,
wings folded in morning hush—
dreaming in orange.

It does not sleep as we do,
yet the meadow knows
its quiet rhythm—

a pause between flights,
a breath held in color,
waiting for the calling.

Raven on Agave chrysantha   2 comments

Raven on Agave chrysantha — Image by kenne

High Above the City

Black wings folded tight,
the raven waits on golden spires—
agave in bloom.

Far below, the streets
hum with heat and human drift—
unseen, unheard here.

Perched in thin silence,
it watches the city fade
into mountain light.

One call cracks the sky—
then nothing but the wind’s hand
on old stone and flame.

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.

 

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.
 
— Langston Hughes
 

 

Curve-billed Thrasher Calling   3 comments

Curve-billed Thrasher Calling — Clip by kenne

Sandhill Cranes   1 comment

Sandhill Cranes South of Wilcox, AZ, Before Starting Their Long Flight to The Artic Circle — Photoartistry by kenne

“Follow your bliss, and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.”

 
— Joseph Campbell
 

Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly   Leave a comment

Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly on Mexican Bird of Paradice — Image by kenne

Two-tailed Swallowtail

Always a beauty to see

So again, I share.

— kenne