Archive for the ‘Saguaro’ Category

Desert Morning On The Trail   4 comments

saguaro-72Saguaro Cactus (Pistol Hill Trail, January 11, 2019) — Image by kenne

Cold desert morning
Moving briskly on the trail
Dewdrops on dried weeds.

— kenne

The Cloud Above, Death Below   2 comments

Saguzro Cactus January 27, 2014-9660-2 blogThe Cloud Above, Death Below — Image by kenne

When death comes
The ribs are exposed
Standing tall.

— kenne

 

 

Sun Bathing Saguaro   Leave a comment

Saguaro Sun blogSun Bathing Saguaro — Image by kenne

“The sky peeled back for a moment,
and a weak ray of sunset spilled over the scene
like the diseased eye of some forgetful god —
the light bearing with it cold in place of heat.” 

― Luis Alberto Urrea, Into the Beautiful North

All Tied Up In Knots   2 comments

Sweetwater Trail Wasson PeakAll Tied Up In Knots — Image by kenne

Sometimes
today’s world
makes me feel
all tied up
in knots.

— kenne

Posted October 31, 2017 by kenneturner in Arizona, Information, Photography, Saguaro

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Cactus Wren Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Bird WalkCactus Wren Grunge Art by kenne

Once in every lifetime
a little bird may come
alone and forgotten
knocked down by the sun.
Every man may choose
to turn and walk away
or take the bird into his hand
and bid him stay.

— from “I’m Strong But I Like Roses” by Ron McKuen

Desert Grunge Art   1 comment

Desert Grunge Art blogDesert Grunge Art by kenne

“The more a person knows of himself,
the more he will hesitate to define his nature
and to assert what he must necessarily feel,
and the more he will be astounded
at his capacity to feel
in unsuspected and unpredictable ways.”

— Alan Watts

Southern Arizona Winter Sunset   Leave a comment

Sunset On Blackett's Ridge blogWinter Sunset — Image by kenne

One Liners

The dream at the end of the day, sided by tall cactus.

A dream I go back to every four years.

Broken cycles gathering tomorrow’s dreams.

Darkness comes first beneath the mountains.

Layers of orange and indigo-blue dye above blackness.

Stars moving in over a clear sky left by thieves.

Fresh lemons squeeze in a glass of tequila.

Little dark shadows with wings flying above.

An empty glass left on the white wicker chair.

Thoughts of tomorrow’s first cup of coffee.

I turn on the iPod connected to the Bose.

She in Houston, I in Tucson — a text message alert.

Little things, the makings of dreams.

Fun facts, or fake news?

— kenne

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