Archive for the ‘Sabino Canyon Recreation Area’ Category

Brewer’s Sparrow   2 comments

Brewer’s Sparrow In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”

― Albert Camus

Under Tucson Skies — Music By Frank Hudson   4 comments

Early Morning In Tucson’s Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

On December 29, 2024, I posted There ain’t no substitute,” a line from my poem, “Under Tucson Skies.”

Under Tucson skies
Desiring the wings to fly
In a sky so deep blue
Satisfied to walk my days
Under Tucson skies.
 
Sometimes I get a little lost
Acting like a kid flying high
I don’t know why
the thrill is still here
Satisfied under Tucson skies.
 
I know it ain’t just 
one of those things
It’s something so nice
So I can’t get use to
Something so right.
 
I see beautiful colors
I want to write about
But there ain’t no substitute 
For the real thing 
I know there ain’t no substitute.
 
After the posting, I received a comment from a blogger I follow, Frank Hudson.Reading under Tucson Skies makes me think it could be sung. — Working on music for it today. You might hear it soon.” Frank is a poet and musician with an ongoing project, “Parlando – Where Music and Words Meet.” I love his Dylanesque style of music.
 
On my birthday, January 15th, Frank sent a link to the music. I remain profoundly moved.
 
 

Under Tucson Skies
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Cactus Wren Atop A Saguaro   4 comments

Cactus Wren Atop A Saguaro — Image by kenne

The Cactus Wren, (Campylorhynchus brunneicapillus, meaning ‘brown-capped curved bill’)
is conspicuous in behavior, size, and plumage—no doubt leading to its being chosen
as Arizona’s State Bird. Related to tropical wrens in Mexico,
this boldly patterned species is larger and unlike the rest of
North America’s wrens. — Tucson Audubon Society

Saguaros, The Desert Of Picture Books   Leave a comment

Saguaros — Image by kenne

Saguaros are the desert of picture books.

This is what a desert should be.

— kenne

Anna’s Hummingbird   1 comment

Anna’s Hummingbird (Sabina Canyon) — Image by kenne

I fly to the “Flight of the Bumblebee”

I dance to “Shout”

I sing to “The Power of Love”

I live to the “Songs of Life”

I create to “Kind of Blue”

— kenne

 

Black-throated Sparrow On Cholla Cactus   1 comment

Black-throated Sparrow On A Cholla Cactus — Image by kenne

Bird on a cholla

Scene common in the desert

Black-throated sparrow.

— kenne

Cooper’s Hawk Grauge Art   1 comment

Cooper’s Hawk In Sabino Canyon — Grunge Art by kenne

Having an evil stare

Possessing that hawkeye look

Extremely keen sight.

— kenne

Female Green Lynx Spider With Egg Sac   4 comments

Female Green Lynx Spider With Egg Sac — Image by kenne

The female constructs one to five 2-centimeter (0.8 in) egg sacs in September and October, each containing 25 to 600 bright orange eggs, which she guards, usually hanging upside down from a sac and attacking everything that comes near. Remarkably, one of her means of defense is to squirt (spit) venom from her chelicerae, sometimes for a distance of about a foot (300 mm). The eggs hatch after about two weeks, and after another two weeks fully functional spiderlings emerge from the sac. They pass through eight instars to reach maturity. — Source: Wikipedia

Seed Pod Art   Leave a comment

Seed Pod Art by kenne

“In times of change, learners inherit the earth,
while the learned find themselves beautifully
equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.”

― Eric Hoffer

 

 

 

Queen Butterfly On Buttonbush   Leave a comment

Queen Butterfly On Buttonbush — Image by kenne

Love isn’t all roses and candlelight. Love is complicated, and poetry uniquely expresses
the power and pain of that mess of feeling.

Never give all the Heart

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
— William Butler Yeats

Cottonwoods Near Sabino Creek   1 comment

Cottonwoods Near Sabino Creek — Image by kenne

Cottonwoods

Already in spring,
as cottonwoods rattle
waxy green leaves,

shivering in March winds
and cold April rains,

I imagine them
in the splendor of Fall,
golden in the autumn sun,

pure silver
under a harvest moon.

 
Blue Raven 

 

Female Phainopepla In The Morning Sun   Leave a comment

Female Phainopepla In The Morning Sun — Image by kenne

Morning sun rising
Early walkers see the birds
Greeded by singing.

— kenne

James At Sabino Canyon Visitor Center   3 comments

James at Sabino Canyon Visitor Center (10/13/2010) — Image by kenne

Stand your ground, don’t run

A javelina picture

Will not be of harm.

— kenne

Golden Fall Colors In Sabino Canyon   1 comment

Golden Fall Colors In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

The golden age is before us, not behind us.

— William Shakespeare

Sabino Canyon Entrance On A Rainy Day   4 comments

Sabino Canyon Entrance — Image by kenne

“Once you’ve been in Sabino Canyon 
And once you begin to fall in love
With it, it will never end.”