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Mockingbird On Saguaro Blossom   2 comments

Northern Mockingbird On Saguaro Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

A Flight Of Small Cheeping Birds   1 comment

Cedar Waxwings — Photo-Artistry by kenne

To Waken An Old Lady

a flight of small
cheeping birds
skimming
bare trees
above a snow glaze.
Gaining and failing
they are buffeted
by a dark wind—
But what?
On harsh weedstalks
the flock has rested—
the snow
is covered with broken
seed husks
and the wind tempered
with a shrill
piping of plenty.

— William Carlos Williams 

Canyon Trail   Leave a comment

Phoneline Trail In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

the phoneline trail
where hikers experience
a path from the past

— kenne

Upper Sabino Canyon Panorama   Leave a comment

Three images merged in Photoshop to create this Panorama by kenne

View West From Blackett’s Ridge   Leave a comment

Blackett's Ridge-9897-72View West From Blackett’s Ridge Across Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

The path to Han-shan’s place is laughable,

A path, but no sign of cart or horse.

Converging gorges — hard to trace their twists

Jumbled cliffs — unbelievably rugged.

A thousand grasses bend with dew,

A hill of pines hums in the wind.

And now I’ve lost the shortcut home,

Body asking shadow, how do you keep up?

— from Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder

Sabino Canyon: View From Blackett’s Ridge   3 comments

Blacketts Ridge March 2011Sabino Canyon: View From Blackett’s Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Canyon View   4 comments

Canyon View-art-72Canyon View — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Blacketts Ridge March 2011View of Sabino Canyon From Blackett’s Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“But what is happiness

except the simple harmony

between a man and the life he leads?”

— Albert Camus

Tucson Dark Sunset   4 comments

Sabino Canyon HikeSabino Canyon Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Times are getting dark

Emotions being tested

How dark will it get?

— kenne

Let’s Think Spring   2 comments

Desert Museum“Let’s Think Spring” — Image by kenne

Let’s think spring
Uplifting thoughts

Nature renewing
Time for growth

Taking long walks
Love in the air

Symbols of love
Feeling of joy

Coming together
Creating new life

— kenne

Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

SCVN Nature Walk -- 12-14-11Sabino Canyon, Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”

— Gary Snyder

Finding Serenity At The Center Of It All   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon-Pano-72Sabino 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

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.

Richard Brautigan

Sabino Canyon Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge   2 comments

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

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