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Saguaro In The Shadow Of The Sun   Leave a comment

Saguaro-21-72Saguaro Near Bear Canyon Trail — Image by kenne

The Mighty Saguaro

The mighty saguaro,
so majestic and tall,
holds its lifelong secrets
surprising one and all.

The seedling saguaro
begins small and afraid,
hoping it will survive
beneath the nurse plant’s shade.

The tiny saguaro
grows a little each year,
searching for the water
which is precious and dear.

The struggling saguaro
pushes upward for days,
glad it keeps avoiding
a new herbivore’s gaze.

The lucky saguaro
survives the desert heat,
outliving the nurse plant
not knowing of its feat.

The patient saguaro
looks skyward at all hours,
until at age fifty
it produces first flowers.

The giving saguaro
shares its bounty with all
who wait for months on end
for tasty fruits to fall.

The youthful saguaro
knows at seventy-five
that its newly formed arms
keeps desert friends alive.

The aging saguaro
has been a willing friend
to desert’s small creatures
dependent to the end.

The mighty saguaro
grows to fifty feet high,
waiting two hundred years
to almost touch the sky.

— Debbie Emery

Painted Sky At Sunset   Leave a comment

Sunset (1 of 1)-72Painted Sky At Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

To see and feel the setting sun

is like diving forever into an enchanted sea.

— kenne

From Time Past and Time Future   1 comment

SCVN Nature Walk 08-08-12Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Time past and time future
What might have been and what  has been
Point to one end, which is always present.”

— from Burnt Norton by T.S. Eliot

Sky and Earth   2 comments

Sunset-72Sky and Earth — Image by kenne

Sky and earth
make an appointment
at the horizon
very soon
they will be one.

— kenne

2007 3-Series BMW Coupe — AUTOMOLOVE   2 comments

bmw2006-12-14-03-i-art-blog-framed2007 3-Series BMW Coupe – Photo-Artistry by kenne

September 23, 2013

AUTOMOLOVE

A few weeks ago,
while hiking on Mt. Lemmon,
someone backed into my car
just as I was returning
to the ski-lift parking lot.
I didn’t see it happen,
but most of my hiking friends did
and began shouting:
“Someone just backed into your car!”
“What? Not my car,” I thought.

While trying to keep my composure,
I sought to exchange information.
The damage was not that obvious,
so she was ready to leave — no way!
Four weeks later, after back and forth
with her insurance company,
they agreed to do the repair,
right, all $1,600 worth.
My car is now home,
in the garage, 
looking like new.

This was only my third experience
with having body shop work:
once in the sixties on my 1963 VW, 
then in the nineties on my 1984 BMW,
now in the twenty-teens.
Each minor, but each traumatic —
I don’t take easy to being
outside my level of perfection.
Believe me, it wasn’t easy
also being a dirt-bike owner!

What is it about guys and cars?
At least some guys and cars.
I’m one of those “car guys” –
one of the best feelings
I know is having a clean car, 
not from a car wash –
You have to do it yourself.
It’s an expression of caring
that strengthens the bond —
like petting your cat, it purrs.

For me, the attraction started
when I first rode in Granddad’s Chevy.
It was the smell, the dashboard, and the look.
It was so clean, inside and out –
he was an original
“inny and outy” guy.

He didn’t have a garage on the farm,

but when they moved to town,
he converted the old smokehouse
Into a dirt-floor garage.

What I remember most was
the understated body language
from Granddad toward his car.
If you know the look,
then you know what I mean.
It was pride, some call it “car pride” —
a symbol of what has been nurtured
In our hopes and aspirations,
which we express with gentle gratitude
as we travel the highways of life.

My car is a means of transportation
as was the horse in its day.
The words of Shakespeare still apply
to best express the bond
between me and my car:
“When I bestride him,
I soar, I am a hawk.
He trots the air,
The earth sings
when he touches it.”

kenne

My Altered State   Leave a comment

Tanuri Ridge (1 of 1)-4 art III blogPot In The Spotlight — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Pot in the spotlight —
Look not in the pot for gold,
For it lies outside.

The Shaman can till —
Look inside yourself for gold,

In the altered state.

— kenne

Desert Eye   Leave a comment

Desert Eye-3-72-2Desert Eye — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Desert Eye

Look into my eye
and see the desert
melting my soul
 my heart burning
with love
deep inside
made full of life
from the outside
through my
desert eye.

— kenne

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