Phoneline Trail In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
the phoneline trail
where hikers experience
a path from the past
— kenne
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the phoneline trail
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Three images merged in Photoshop to create this Panorama by kenne
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View 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
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Sabino Canyon: View From Blackett’s Ridge 3 comments
Sabino Canyon: View From Blackett’s Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Canyon View 4 comments
Canyon 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
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View 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
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Tucson Dark Sunset 2 comments
Sabino Canyon Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Times are getting dark
Emotions being tested
How dark will it get?
— kenne
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Let’s Think Spring 2 comments
“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
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Sabino Canyon, Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”
— Gary Snyder
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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
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
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Sabino Canyon Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge 2 comments
Sabino 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
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Rainy Day In Sabino Canyon — Some days Must Be Dark And Dreary 1 comment
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
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Sabino 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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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
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Life On A Gneiss Rock 1 comment
“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
