Archive for the ‘Santa Catalina Mountains’ Category
Bee Approaching Blue Dicks Blossoms — Digital Art by kenne
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
— from “Song of a Man Who Has Come Through” by D. H. Lawrence
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Years Since The Fire (alligator juniper) — Image by kenne
Years since the fire
Standing as a test of time —
Juniper power.
— kenne
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Rose Lake, Santa Catalina Mountains — Digital Art by kenne
One imagines him as a prodigious morning walker
And a lonely metaphysician pausing in the park,
A rose rabbi, a sturdy man on a wide path
Dreaming of a sky washed clean by doubt.
One pictures him under the umbrella
Pines and buttonwoods on the way to work,
Imagination’s largest thinker conjuring up
Songs of human radiance twanging in the mist.
One thinks of him by the lake in a rain:
Mirrors on mirrors mirroring the emptiness.
— from At the Grave of Wallace Stevens by Edward Hirsch
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Looking North Atop Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
There’s a place on Mt. Lemmon
where peace and wisdom lies
along the trails under towering trees
one can find silent knowledge
and contemplate the void in its
stillness as life goes about changing.
— kenne
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A Thank You Note I Received — Thank you, Angel
We love teaching children about nature!
Our field trip programs will start for the fall in October.
kenne
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Mariposa Lily Digital Art by kenne
“The artist’s world is limitless.
It can be found anywhere, far from
where he lives or a few feet away.
It is always on his doorstep.”
– Paul Strand
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We Haven’t Seen Clouds Like These For Some Time — Image by kenne
