Archive for the ‘Sabino Canyon’ Category
Fall In The Canyon — Image by kenne
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth . . .
— from The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
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Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I am a lone raven high
above the canyon wall
circling up, then down
as hikers make their way
on the old mule trail up
to a series of switch-backs
opening into a meadow
where many options prevail
going east, going west
before turning back north
to the mountain called Lemmon.
I am a lone raven blessed
to fly above other mortals
circling up, then down
but still, I work hard to fly
seeing images of life below
inspiration of an alien being
a curious extrovert, I call out
taken as a signal by some
just a lot of noise by others
still unnoticed by others
neutral touches interwoven.
— kenne
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Esperero Trail in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Near-record monsoon rains have turned Sabino Canyon into a desert oasis.
Sabino Creek Dam — HDR Image by kenne
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Northern Mockingbird On Saguaro Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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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
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Phoneline Trail In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
the phoneline trail
where hikers experience
a path from the past
— kenne
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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 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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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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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” — 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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