Hiking with Friends -- Image by kenne
Through the empty frame
Friends wander beneath blue skies
Past and present meet
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Hiking With Friends Leave a comment
Marine Blue Butterflies 2 comments
Marine Blue Butterflies — Image by kenne
The marine blue butterfly wears
its colors like a living watercolor,
drifting between gray and blue
as it dances through the air,
each turn of its wings
creating a new masterpiece of light.
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The Outer Banks Leave a comment
The Outer Banks -- Photo-artistry by kenne
Salt air, sand, and wind -
the OuterBanks keep their song,
old as the moon's pull.
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West Texas Wind Turbines Leave a comment
Photo-aritistry by kenne
The mountains stand ancient and unmoving
while the turbine blades
spin endlessly in the West Texas breeze.
This photo-artistry composition
celebrates the contrast between
permanence and motion,
stone and sky,
past and future.
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The Dirt Floor Become A Canvas Leave a comment
Image by kenne
Through weathered boards,
sunlight slips in thin ribbons,
laying shadows on the earth below.
The dirt floor becomes a canvas
where light and darkness sketch
their fleeting masterpiece.
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Hummingbird On Nest 3 comments
Anna's Hummingbird On Nest -- Image by kenne
A branch, a nest, a bird.
Nothing more is needed.
Spider silk binds the walls,
lichen softens the edges.
The Anna's hummingbird rests there,
breathing with the rhythm of the desert morning.
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She Asked To Hike In Sabino Canyon With Us 2 comments
A Desire to Hike In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
She was visiting from Eastern Europe
and wanted to see the desert on foot.
Sabino Canyon unfolded before her step by step—
a landscape of stone, cactus, and sky—
while friendship bridged the miles between our worlds.
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Desert Sentinel Atop A Desert Giant Leave a comment
Image by kenne
A desert sentinel atop a desert giant—
cactus wren and saguaro share the morning.
The artistic background softens the edges of the world,
leaving only the essentials: bird, cactus, sky, and wonder.
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Another Beautiful Sonoran Sunset Leave a comment
Sonoran Sunset -- Image by kenne
The mountains darken, but above them
red, orange, and yellow gather
like old spirits around a fire,
warming the vast desert silence
one final time before night.
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Sabino Morning 2 comments
Saguaro Sunrise In the Canyon -- Image by kenne
Sabino Canyon at sunrise, stripped to monochrome—
the saguaro becomes an old witness,
arms raised through a hundred dawns,
telling the mountains
that silence is enough.
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Sedona Fenceline Leave a comment
Sedona Fenceline — Image by kenne
The fence does not divide the land—
it simply stands there, patient,
while the red mountains behind it
keep their old counsel with the sky.
Wind moves through cedar and dust,
and even silence here
seems to have roots.
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I’m 85 9 comments
I’m eighty-five—
though the number sits beside me
more than inside me.
Some mornings I rise feeling sixty,
still curious, still willing to wander.
At night I dream in the language of thirty,
doors still opening, roads still unnamed.
And sometimes—without apology—
seventeen returns, grinning.
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Saguaro Morning In Colored Pencil Leave a comment
Saguaro Morning In Colored Pencil — Image by kenne
The mountains hold the background in cool blues and violets,
while the sunrise burns softly at their edges.
In the foreground, the saguaros stand rooted and calm,
their forms rendered in layered greens and ochres.
The whole image feels suspended
between night and day—
between observation
and memory.
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Sonoran Spring Wildflowers Leave a comment
Sonoran Spring Wildflowers — Image by kenne
Along the trail,
the desert wildflowers arrive quietly—
yellow, violet, white—
as if the desert, after months of restraint,
has decided to speak
in small bursts of color.
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The Nurse Tree 2 comments
Dead Nurse Tree at Sunrise — Image by kenne
