Curved-billed Thrasher atop a Damaged Saguaro — Image by kenne
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Atop A Damaged Saguaro Leave a comment
One curved beak,
Autumn Is For Lovers Leave a comment
Autumn Seeds — Image by kenne
Autumn invites us to slow down,
to breathe together,
to rediscover the poetry of a gentle touch.
Love isn’t measured in years,
but in moments when two hearts
remember how to dance.
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Viceroy Butterfly Leave a comment
Viceroy on a Buttombush — Image by kenne
The Viceroy has traveled
farther than the flower will ever know.
Yet here, in late summer’s fading light,
it asks for nothing more
than a place to rest.
Perhaps wisdom begins
when we learn the same.
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Samhain Climb 2 comments
The Season Waits — Image by kenne
At the trailhead, the desert.
Above us, the leaves let go.
We climb between them,
carrying summer’s warmth into the dark.
Cactus holds the afternoon
while aspens loosen their light.
One wheel, turning
through different rooms of the world.
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The Color of Wet Wood 2 comments
The Color of Wet Wood on the Forest Floor — Image by kenne
Once dry, gray branch—
rain darkens the grain.
Color returns
on the forest floor,
for a little while,
the branch blooms again.
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Canyon-Morning Glory Art Leave a comment
Canyon Morning-Glory Grunge Art — Image by kenne
Dust on the petals,
sun in its face—
the flower blooms
without asking permission.
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Capturing The Moment At Windy Point 2 comments
Clouds Above Windy Point — Image by kenne
Windy Point offers a sweeping panorama
that stretches beyond the viewfinder.
We take a picture anyway,
because apparently humans enjoy
reducing impressive things to rectangles.
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Arizona Feabane On The Sunrise Trail Leave a comment
Arizona Feabane on the Sunrise Trail — Image by kenne
Arizona Feabane trembled in the breeze.
Somewhere above the trail,
the clouds forgot where they were going.
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Fall Colors On The Trail Leave a comment
Mt. Lemmon Trail — Image by kenne
On Mt. Lemmon, the forest sheds its color,
and we pause to call the change beautiful.
Each fallen leaf is a small surrender to gravity—
and part of the forest’s larger renewal.
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American Snout Butterfly Leave a comment
American Snout Butterfly — Image by kenne
Its nose looks improbable.
The flower doesn’t mind.
They have agreed
not to discuss appearances.
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Storms Over The Catalinas Leave a comment
Storms Over The Catalinas Viewed from Our Patio — Image by kenne
Storm clouds crowd the Santa Catalinas.
Lightning strikes the ground,
and the desert holds its breath.
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Mexican Jay On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment
Mexican Jay On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
A Mexican Jay
keeps watch from the pine.
Below, we climb
through the blue morning.
One bright eye
above the trail.
The mountain says nothing;
the jay says plenty.
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Five Bright Petals Leave a comment
Scarlet Cinquefoil — Image by kenne
Along Sunrise Trail, I stoop
to meet a small red flower.
The mountains rise behind it—
vast, and suddenly far away.
Five bright petals
hold the sun for a moment.
I kneel, then stand,
carrying their red in my eyes.
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A Doe In The Canyon Leave a comment
A Doe In The Canyon — Image by kenne
She eats in the morning shade,
unhurried.
The canyon holds still
around her.
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Sepia, The Color Of Old Photographs 3 comments
Seven Falls Trail — Image by kenne
