View West From Blackett’s Ridge Across Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
— from Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder
Sabino Canyon: View From Blackett’s Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Canyon View — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sonnet 18
— William Shakespeare
View of Sabino Canyon From Blackett’s Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Albert Camus
Sabino Canyon Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
“Let’s Think Spring” — Image by kenne
Sabino Canyon, Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Gary Snyder
Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
I love this poem. Like any poem that resonates, it does so in one’s own heart, head, and hands
connecting us to the world around us, for good or bad.
Machines are an extension of who we are. When produced by the right values,
the result will be the right thoughts. “Right thoughts produce right actions and
right actions produce work, which will be a material reflection for others
to see of the serenity at the center of it all,” understanding that we’re connected with everything.
All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace
Sabino Canyon Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge — Panorama by kenne
— kenne
Rainy Day In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
The Rainy Day
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sabino Canyon Visitor Center — Image by kenne
On a Cloudy Day
— kenne
Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
My Dear Mountains
Every day I try to say,
To say words describing
My attraction to you.
Exploring the reasons,
The reasons why
You nurture my well-being.
Is it your dance,
The dance you perform
In and around me?
Is it the call,
The call of the Echo
The voice of last words?
Is it the view,
The view
of the shadowed canyons?
Is it chiseled outlined,
The chiseled outlined
against the Sonoran sky?
Is it the hikes,
The hikes I take
In your shadows?
Is it crown clouds,
Crown clouds
that cradle your peaks?
Is it the colors,
The colors captured
from the sunset?
Is it the blue-blackness,
The blue-blackness weighed
Against the moonlit sky?
Is it night lightning,
Night lightning
That ignites you?
Is it your past,
Your past
that holds the future?
Is it a reflection,
A reflection of my being
The self-image that I love?
Is it all things,
All things
That connects us?
Is it the answers,
The answers you share
When we are together?
Is it the why,
The why
I ask questions?
Is it my words,
The words in the questions
you repeat after me?
So many questions,
Questions only we
Can answer together.
Every day I try,
I try to become
By being near you.
It is our being together,
Being together that
Enables my existence.
Every day I try,
I try to say words
That echoes the essence of existence.
— kenne
“Life On A Gneiss Rock” — Image by kenne
When you spend time in Sabino Canyon, you will see a lot of gneiss rock. Twenty-five million years ago two ancient rock types, 1.4-billion-year-old Oracle granite and 50-million-year-old wilderness granite combined to form a type of striped and banded rock called gneiss — pronounced “nice.” Today these striped rocks are seen in canyon cliffs and some streambeds. On the more shaded cliffsides, it is common to find different types of mosses and ferns growing on the nice rocks, especially during rainy seasons.
— kenne
Phil Bentley iPhone image of snow above Sabino Canyon (January 1, 2019)
— Photo Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Bur Marigold Wildflower (December 2018)– Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
