Modern Woman — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman
A Grassy Meadow Known as Thimble Flat (Thimble Peak On the Left) — Image by kenne
Thimble Flat
We gathered early one November morning,
now we were going to turn words into action
by hiking six miles to climb Thimble Peak.
Starting at the Gordon Hirabayashi Campground,
we hiked the Sycamore Canyon trail to the
Bear Canyon trail, then leaving the trail at a flat
grassy meadow called Thimble Flat to traverse
around a deep gulley, making our way through rocks
and brush to the base of Thimble Peak, where we paused
to determine the best way to climb this pinnacle on a
mountain ridge, overlooking Tucson known as Thimble Peak.
— kenne
Canyons Near Moab, Utah — Image by kenne
A Canyon Hymn
My place of worship has sandstone walls
Arches are altars and ledges become pews.
There are rafters of gnarled cottonwood limbs
Hidden alcove gardens are my inner sanctum.
Gods send messages down the aisles
In raging flash floods and down-canyon breezes.
After-storm rainbows are my stained glass
And potholes are the tadpole’s baptismal fonts.
Scriptures are revealed in images pecked and painted
On rock surface patina and sheltered cliff faces
While holy water seeps clear or flows blood red.
My collection plate is passed around by the BLM
And I stuff it with permit fees
At the end of each guiding season.
— Vaughn Hadenfeldt
Where Are We? (Doubtful Canyon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Desert Beauty — Image by kenne
The drifting sands
hug and cover the cactus
showing only its light
not letting me see
its shadows embracing
my passions intensely.
— kenne
Santa Cruz River South of Tucson — Image by kenne
— kenne
No Passage (Doubtfull Pass In Doubtfull Canyon)– Image by kenne
At one time
a stagecoach route.
Now, no passage
without a key —
private property,
keep out,
no hunting,
call this number —
really, out in the
middle of nowhere.
— kenne
Esperero Trail Wildflowers In Sabino Canyon (Spring 2013) — Image by kenne
What lies in the heart
of a hiker is that a
spiritual landscape exists
within the visual landscape
something fleeting in the land,
a moment when shape, color,
and movement intensify
revealing something sacred
leading to another level of reality.
— kenne
Twisted Wire In Doubtful Canyon — Image by kenne
there are, however, always a few brave
tufts of foliage
who dare to challenge the
infernal heat
and survive.
so too,
with people.
‘Homebound’ — Pandemic Art by kenne
The Days Blur
— Teri Ellen Cross Davis
Coyote Fence — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Rock Hibiscus on Hope Camp Trail — Image by kenne
Coyote Fence Corral In Doubtful Canyon — Images by kenne
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
— from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot
Shopping in Nogales — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Bees On A Thistle — Image by kenne
Spring
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
