Archive for the ‘Santa Catalina Mountains’ Category
Eastern Bluebird (August 8, 2012) Image by kenne
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don’t know
But he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below
He got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
Where his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
And Willie, he was once a great blues singer
And Wing & Willie wrote him up a song
(They sang,)
“It’s dark in here, can’t see the light
But I look at this blue wing when I close my eyes
And I fly away, beyond these walls
Up above the clouds, where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man’s dream”
— from Blue Wing by Tom Russell
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Hiking Bighorn Country In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
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Hutch’s Pool Malard — Image by kenne
water flowing down
snow melting in the mountains
people and duck fun
— kenne
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Golden Columbine Wildflower — Image by kenne
The Golden Columbine is native to moist canyon seeps in the Chihuahuan and Sonoran deserts of southwestern
North America. The word columbine comes from columbinus, in Latin “dove,” referring to the flower’s resemblance
to a cluster of 5 doves. The spurs represent the birds’ heads and shoulders; the spreading sepals,
the wings; the blade of the petal, each bird’s body. The genus name, from the Latin aquila (“eagle”),
alludes to the petals, which resemble eagle talons. — Source: wildflower.org
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Romero Pools, Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
A friend is someone whose story you have heard.
— kenne
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Two Bees On Desert Chicory — HDR Image by kenne
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength
that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the
repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
― Rachel Carson
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Golden Columbine Wildflower In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own.
For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society.”
— Alan Watts
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Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all.
The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost,
like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream,
like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water,
most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or
past manhood and all the living and the dying and the
heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds
as they pass overhead seem to testify
(by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.”
–Jack Kerouac
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Spring Flowers Along The Trail — Image by kenne
“I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing
and defends nothing,
but only knows where
the rarest wildflowers
are blooming…”
— Wendell Berry
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Brittlebush Blooming Along the 7 Falls Trail In Sabino Canyon (03/20/15)– Image by kenne
Brittlebush blooming
Yellow, the color of spring
Brightens the desert.
— kenne
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Wild Sunflower, Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Ah! Sunflower!
Ah! Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler’s journey is done;
Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my sunflower wishes to go!
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Spring Break At Seven Falls in the Sabino Canyon Recreation Area — HDR Image by kenne
May my feet always touch the earth
Stretching from the desert to the mountains
While I’m still able to hike on the rocks
Made by fire and time.
— kenne
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Richardson’s Geranium Blurred — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Can You See It?
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Barefoot Photographer Near Sabino Creek (October 13, 2010)
WHAT?
A hiking break
Socks and boots off
Feet in the stream
What?
Camera in hand
Capturing the moment
Kids jumping in the water
What?
A place in nature
People love to visit
Sharing the experience
What?
Barefoot kids running
Mothers watching
With the back of their eyes
What?
Spring’s last whispers
In summer’s tongue
Talking to the kids
What?
A pond in a stream
Recognizes flamboyance
In 1000 little mirrors
What?
Don’t give up on nature
Forever and never
Every whim of my will
What?
Sounds of running water
Have spiritual overtones
Calming my mind
What?
— kenne
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Santa Catalina Foothhills — Panorama Image by kenne
Nurturing each Moment
Tucson,
nearby foothills
home of DeGrazia
darkness,
low moving clouds
moving over the mountains
music,
blues in the air
coming from the Boonduck’s
Kika,
cat on the guard
lying low in pursuit
crickets,
sing in the night
adding to the aura
heat up,
roast in the day
cooling with the darkness
whiskey,
cool on the rocks
soothing the solitude
cigar,
smoke in the air
mixing with the night wind
starlight,
brighten the sky
pushing back the soft clouds
rainstorms,
in the forecast
teasing the believers
late-night,
clock in a.m.
seeking the morning light
twitter,
of early birds
singing of existing truth
outfits,
Lycra on two wheels
biking to the mountains
crossroads,
Sonoran sun
hiking Mount Lemmon’s peak
pleasure,
mind in control
nurturing each moment
— kenne
(Poem Written July 11, 2010)
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Becoming is Superior to Being 