Archive for the ‘Saguaro’ Category
In September of 2011, I titled a post “Why Would Anyone Do This?” There were several Saguaro cactus that were vandalized on the Bear Canyon Trail in Sabino Canyon.
In August of 2015, I posted a follow-up photo-essay on the damaged cactus.
Recently I photograph the cactus that were damaged, again.
When I talk
about Sabino Canyon
I mean myself,
my home,
my state of mind.
Some don’t get what I say,
maybe it’s because
we don’t talk the same language.
All I can say to those I meet:
“Try and make it to Sabino Canyon.”
— kenne
Images by kenne
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Morning Sunrise Along The Trail — Image by kenne
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Saguaro Near Bear Canyon Trail — Image by kenne
The Mighty Saguaro
The mighty saguaro,
so majestic and tall,
holds its lifelong secrets
surprising one and all.
The seedling saguaro
begins small and afraid,
hoping it will survive
beneath the nurse plant’s shade.
The tiny saguaro
grows a little each year,
searching for the water
which is precious and dear.
The struggling saguaro
pushes upward for days,
glad it keeps avoiding
a new herbivore’s gaze.
The lucky saguaro
survives the desert heat,
outliving the nurse plant
not knowing of its feat.
The patient saguaro
looks skyward at all hours,
until at age fifty
it produces first flowers.
The giving saguaro
shares its bounty with all
who wait for months on end
for tasty fruits to fall.
The youthful saguaro
knows at seventy-five
that its newly formed arms
keeps desert friends alive.
The aging saguaro
has been a willing friend
to desert’s small creatures
dependent to the end.
The mighty saguaro
grows to fifty feet high,
waiting two hundred years
to almost touch the sky.
— Debbie Emery
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Saguaro Scars — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Mid-life saguaros
Having survived desert heat
Have plenty of scars.
— kenne
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Tucson Basin as Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge — Panorama by kenne
“I love to soar in the boundless sky.
In the vast emptiness of the blue,
my soul rejoices
listening to the soundless music
of the wind.”
— from World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird by Banani Ray,
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Saguaro Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
standing alone
waving,
waving at the sun
moving high
darkness
running for life
— kenne
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Saguaro Cactus (Pistol Hill Trail, January 11, 2019) — Image by kenne
Cold desert morning
Moving briskly on the trail
Dewdrops on dried weeds.
— kenne
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The Cloud Above, Death Below — Image by kenne
When death comes
The ribs are exposed
Standing tall.
— kenne
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Sun 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
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All Tied Up In Knots — Image by kenne
Sometimes
today’s world
makes me feel
all tied up
in knots.
— kenne
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Cactus 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
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Desert 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
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Winter 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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Death On the Trail — Image by kenne
This towering Saguaro, close to forty feet, fail across a trail near the Sabino Creek Dam. This big fellow had no arms even though it had to be well over 100 years old. There were no signs of disease so it may have just gotten too big for its root system.
kenne
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Crested Saguaro — Art by kenne
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