Rose Lake in the Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
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Great Horned Owl — Image by kenne
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Richardson’s Geranium — Image by kenne
Marine Blues On Moist Rocks Near a Mountain Stream — Image by kenne
Butterflies on moist rocks,
suddenly the world makes sense.
Color speaking to color,
wing touching wind.
Yes, I think—
this is how things work.
Then, the butterflies lift,
vanish off the rocks,
and the rocks stand alone
with their quiet question.
I get it.
Then I don’t.
— kenne
Golden Columbine — Image by kenne
On black
the gold grows louder.
Each curve deliberate,
each throat of light
a doorway inward.
Look long enough
and the flower
becomes landscape.
— kenne
Wildflowers In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Catalina foothills—
poppies flare in the gravel wash,
lupine stitching nitrogen
back into the lean soil.
Rock, root, bee—
no wasted motion.
Wind off the Santa Catalinas
combs the grass
and the flowers bow
without complaint.
— kenne
Male Phainopepla — Image by kenne
He is so high in the mesquite
I must squint—
An ace of spades caught in thorns.
Yet I feel the small red spark
of his eye
fasten to me.
The branch yields, does not surrender.
My grandmother said
real strength makes no announcement;
it simply remains.
He falls—
a swift stroke of black—
and rises again
to the same waiting limb.
Nothing altered, it seems.
But the desert keeps a breath
between his leaving and return,
and in that held silence
my heart shifts,
quiet as sand
after the wind.
— kenne
Mushrooms and Moss on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
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Cedar Waxwings Sharing Berries — Image by kenne
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Mushroom Art — Image by kenne
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Birdbill Dayflowers On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
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Morning Clouds After Overnight Rains — Image by kenne
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Eastern Bluebird — Image by kenne
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Clouds Floating Over The Catalinas — Image by kenne
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Raven In the Storm — Image by kenne
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