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Hello little friend
attend to what you hunger
be true to yourself.
— kenne
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Welcome Home 1 comment
Welcome Home– Image by kenne
And as I turn home where
I know you are already awake,
Wandering slowly through the house
Searching for me, I can suddenly
Hear my own footsteps crunching
The simple astonishing news
That we are here,
Yes, we are still here.
— from “Dawn Walk” by Edward Hirsch
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Sabino Canyon Crawler Has Arrived 2 comments
Sabino Canyon Crawler — Image by kenne
After many years of noise and smoke, a shuttle service for visitors debuted Saturday.
The emission-free electric shuttles will operate hourly on the Sabino Canyon route between 9 a.m. and 4 p.m.
The service eventually will have five of the open-air vehicles capable of carrying up to 60 passengers.
— kenne
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I-10 In West Texas 1 comment
I-10 In West Texas — Image by kenne
I-10 —
A road
That never leads
To nowhere.
— kenne
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Wondering What’s Next 1 comment
Tucson Basin As Viewed From The Bug Springs Trail In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Looking back on time
Sharing beautiful vistas
Wondering what’s next.
— kenne
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Bougainvilleas: Love/Hate Relationship Leave a comment
Bougainvillea — Image by kenne
We all love the beautiful Bougainvillea blossoms. They add a lot of color to the Tucson landscape. However, maintaining them can be very frustrating. For starters, they have very long thorns, so pruning must be done very carefully, and they will die at the first frost, which can happen easily since we live near a wash allowing the cold night air to drop lower than the surrounding areas.
He loves bougainvilleas
but hated the thorns.
He wanted to know
why all beauty came
with such pain and
was it as answer less as
where eggs came from
when life is all about the eggs,
“because we need the eggs.”
— kenne
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Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment
Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
LEAVES
Dearly beloved, we are gathered
here together today to look into
the face of the river.
One of us has stayed at home
to rake the leaves,
gathering those poor tears
shed for the rest of us.
If there is one among you
who sees in the face of the river
your own, please step forward
and identify the source of your
wealth. If not, can you give us
a thumbnail sketch
of the important philosophers
in Golden Greece?
An old cedar stood by,
simply thankful she existed.
And a young fox, who had
neither dreams nor feelings
in the French.
And the one at a distance
raking the leaves did not
think of them as tears,
but as simple toil, conducted
without compromise.
In the sweet fresh morning
how good it was to be alone
with potato paring filling
his mind. To whom should he speak?
There was no one but the leaves
and the leaves did not feel
he had anything worth saying.
— Mary Ruefle
