Archive for the ‘Santa Catalina Mountains’ Category

This Blue-winged Bird   1 comment

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
 
 

Hiking In Bighorn Country   Leave a comment

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.

— Emily Dickinson

Hutch’s Pool Malard   1 comment

Hutch’s Pool Malard — Image by kenne

water flowing down

snow melting in the mountains

people and duck fun

— kenne

Golden Columbine Wildflower   Leave a comment

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

A Friend   1 comment

Romero Pools, Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

A friend is someone whose story you have heard.

— kenne

Desert Chicory   Leave a comment

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

Golden Columbine Wildflower   Leave a comment

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

The Woods Do That To You . . .   1 comment

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

Spring Flowers Along The Trail   Leave a comment

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

Brittlebush Blooming Along the 7 Falls Trail   1 comment

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

 

Ah! Sunflower!     3 comments

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!

— William Blake

Spring Break At Seven Falls   Leave a comment

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

 

Richardson’s Geranium Blurred   Leave a comment

Richardson’s Geranium Blurred — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Can You See It?

WHAT?   Leave a comment

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

Nurturing Each Moment Revisited   Leave a comment

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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