Archive for the ‘Sabino Canyon Recreation Area’ Category
HAPPY 4TH — Cooper’s Hawk On Sabino Canyon Visitor Center Flag Pole — Image by kenne
Happy 4th
Perched above the waving stripes,
the hawk keeps watch in desert light.
Still as stone, he scans the morning’s
quiet skies with sunlit eyes.
No fireworks yet, no marching band—
just wind across the canyon sand.
The flag below him snaps and sways,
a rhythm old as freedom’s days.
This is his perch, this pole, this place,
the wild in balance, sky, and grace.
On Independence Day, he stays—
a silent oath in feathered blaze.
Sonoran Desert Photo-artistry by kenne
Through the lens, the cactus leans—
a silhouette in fractured beams,
where golden hour softly spills
on dust-worn hills and silent stills.
Shadows stretch like painted lines,
drawn in ochre, sage, and spine.
Each thorn, a brushstroke held in place
by desert light and endless space.
A vulture glides, its wings mid-frame,
a single shot, a wordless flame.
A saguaro lifts its arms in prayer—
ghosts of heat still hanging there.
Not just a picture, more a spell:
where time and color softly dwell,
and all the desert dares to be
is caught in quiet artistry.
Desert Spiny On Rock — Image by kenne
Desert Spiny on Rock
Sun burns high and narrow,
a lizard still in the shadows,
perched on ancient stone.
Scales like chipped mosaic,
colors born of contrast,
catch the noonday glare.
Eyes unblinking, sharp,
reading like a sacred text,
guarding its small world.
Not seeking to flee,
but to vanish in the light —
a spiny cloaked in calm.
Artist In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Shaded by umbrell’—
an artist stills Sabino,
colors find their form.
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.
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
Hiking Through Saguaros — Image by kenne
Trail bends past old roots,
saguaro shadows stretch long—
time forgets no one.
Round-tailed Ground Squirrel — Image by kenne
Round tail, watchful eyes—
sun-baked earth and whisper wind
hold his tiny world.
Deer In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
— from Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake
Greater Roadrunner Showing-off His Stuff — Photo-artistry by kenne
Stunning roadrunner
Just a walking photoshoot
Showing-off his stuff.
— kenne
Reflections On The Water Above Sabino Dam — Image by kenne
Water reflections
Becoming nature’s mirror
Which is the fairest?
— kenne
Panning for Garnets In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Cactus Wren On Saguaro Cactus — Image by kenne
Kids in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Two weeks ago, I was diagnosed with bronchitis, which reduced my desire to do anything. Slowly, I’m getting back to normal, so I will be doing more posting.
— kenne
