Deer By Water Photo-Artistry by kenne
The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it.
-- from The Guitar by Federico Garcia Lorca
Archive for the ‘Sabino Canyon’ Category
Deer By Water Photo-Artistry 4 comments
Cooper’s Hawk Fledging Leave a comment
Cooper’s Hawk Fledging In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Cooper’s Hawk Fledging
No young hawk eyes left behind
High above the dam.
— kenne
Sabino Canyon Mockingbird Leave a comment
Sabino Canyon Mockingbird — Image by kenne
Northern mockingbird by name,
I call him Sabino Canyon
because that’s where I saw him
atop what may be a favorite
berry eating perch as evidenced by
the seed dropping beneath him.
— kenne
Where All The Desert Beauty Runs Together — Sabino Canyon Leave a comment
View from Blackett’s Ridge of Sabino Canyon (11/01/13) — Image by kenne
Canyons, big or small
Gathering nature’s beauty
Takes your breath away.
— kenne
Verdin On A Brittlebush In Sabino Canyon Leave a comment
Even with last week’s good rainfall, most brittlebush plants are not blooming as would normally be this time of year. We have had a very dry winter, even so, these two plants were located near one another.
— kenne
Verdin On A Brittlebush in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Brittlebush Blooming in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Sabino Canyon Leave a comment
Sabino Canyon — Computer Painting by kenne
Sand and rocks
Floor of the canyon
Home for plants.
Water flows
Down from the mountains
Nurture life.
— kenne
Wild Cotton Still-Life — A Place To Start 1 comment
Wild Cotton Still-Life by kenne
A place to start
look at you
kenne g
you have taken multi-tasking to a fault
you need to be
more focused
uncomplicated
this is what they tell me
information is good
opinion
music
poetry
photo art
all are good
but, you are inexorable
demurred, I say
I do what I do
because I can
maybe you can’t,
you’re the problem
not me
all things are connected
not an isolated island
I choose to stay linked
open secret places
plant seeds
harvest thoughts
bucket ideas
but, you discard mind droppings
I mix and match
generating energy
to form inspiration
feel the heat
see the stream
it’s all shit
the shit sits
generating food
for tomorrow’s ideas
powering the music
stand up and dance
when I’m not here
there will be a place to start
but, you can add to my pile
— kenne
(I wrote this poem November 2008 in response to being told that my blog needed to focus on one thing like photography, music, poetry, or art not many things — advice not taken.)
