When Azure Turns To Gray — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Blue skies turn to gray
When azure turns to silver
It’s just a mood thing.
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Santa Catalina Mountains’ Category
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Sky Above, A Path Below — Image by kenne
Blue, green and sandstone
Sky above, a path below
Moments to capture
— kenne
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Tucson Basin As Viewed From The Bug Springs Trail In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Looking back on time
Sharing beautiful vistas
Wondering what’s next.
— kenne
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Pima Canyon Trail Hike To The Dam Leave a comment
November 8, 2019, SCVN hike in Pima Canyon — Images by kenne
Pima Canyon is one of several canyons in the Pusch Ridge Wilderness area
of the Santa Catalina Mountains in northwest Tucson.
Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN) are devoted to helping people of all ages
appreciate the natural wonder of Sabino Canyon and the Coronado National Forest,
managed by the U.S. Forest Service.
The SCVN led hike started at 8:30 am with 20 people at the trailhead (2900 feet
elevation) hiking to the lower dam a one-way distance of 3.2 miles (3750 feet elevation).
Once at the natural dam the hikers took a brief rest and had a snack before returning to the trailhead.
(The SCVN Guides were Kenne Turner, Jeff Orenstein, and Jane Gellman.)
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Richardson’s Geranium Wildflower — Photo-Artistry Leave a comment
Richardson’s Geranium Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
If literature has engaged me as a project, first as a reader,
then as a writer, it is an extension of my sympathies to
other selves, other domains, other dreams, other worlds, other territories.
— Susan Sontag
(I’m currently reading Benjamin Moser’s latest book, “Sontag — Her Life and Work.)
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Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment
Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
LEAVES
Dearly beloved, we are gathered
here together today to look into
the face of the river.
One of us has stayed at home
to rake the leaves,
gathering those poor tears
shed for the rest of us.
If there is one among you
who sees in the face of the river
your own, please step forward
and identify the source of your
wealth. If not, can you give us
a thumbnail sketch
of the important philosophers
in Golden Greece?
An old cedar stood by,
simply thankful she existed.
And a young fox, who had
neither dreams nor feelings
in the French.
And the one at a distance
raking the leaves did not
think of them as tears,
but as simple toil, conducted
without compromise.
In the sweet fresh morning
how good it was to be alone
with potato paring filling
his mind. To whom should he speak?
There was no one but the leaves
and the leaves did not feel
he had anything worth saying.
— Mary Ruefle
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San Pedro River Valley Vista — No Words Leave a comment
San Pedro River Valley Vista (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
