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Sabino Canyon Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge   1 comment

Blackett's Ridge_Panorama1-72Sabino Canyon Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge — Panorama by kenne

My blog confirms that I have experienced each encounter in my life twice:

once in the world, and once again on the blog.

— kenne

Rainy Day In Sabino Canyon — Some days Must Be Dark And Dreary   1 comment

Rain In Sabino Canyon-Edit-1-72Rainy 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   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon Visitor CenterSabino Canyon Visitor Center — Image by kenne

On a Cloudy Day

An entrance to the desert
where gates avoid your feet
following the tracks of others
into clouds above the canyon.

— kenne

My Dear Mountains   Leave a comment

Blackett's Ridge-9897 Sky Over Catalinas-72Santa 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   1 comment

life on a gneiss rock-72“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

Wintery Sabino Canyon   1 comment

January 2nd Snow On The Mountains-art-1-72Phil Bentley iPhone image of snow above Sabino Canyon (January 1, 2019)
— Photo Artistry by kenne

Snow made it below the ridge
Dusting the lower Sabino Canyon
Clouds over endless mountains
Begin to open holes for the morning sun
Shinning a spotlight on the fresh snow.

The road up the mountain closed for days
A thick cloud cover no longer opens to the sun
As a few light flacks of snow float by
In the valley chilled by the mountain air
Taking whatever comes to the washes below.

— kenne

 

Bur Marigold Wildflower — Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Bur Marigold-2-Edit-1-blogBur Marigold Wildflower (December 2018)– Photo-Artistry by kenne

Early morning hike
Alone the east canyon wall
In chilly shadows.

Talking to old friends
“Snowbirds” returned from the north
Getting back their legs.

November showers
The canyon is greening up
Wildflowers in blown.

Trees along the creek
Are showing their fall colors
Red, yellow, orange.

Of leaves twisting down
We return along the creek
No more tangled minds.

— kenne

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