Photo Artistry by kenne
Angry Raven
Dark flash on the limb—
he jerks, flares, and squawks aloud
like sky has betrayed.
No wind, no rival,
just the weight of summer heat
pressing on black wings.
He scolds the silence,
each cry a sharp-edged protest
hurled at empty air.
Then—sudden stillness.
Even his shadow seems mad,
shaking on the limb.
Raven on Agave chrysantha — Image by kenne
High Above the City
Black wings folded tight,
the raven waits on golden spires—
agave in bloom.
Far below, the streets
hum with heat and human drift—
unseen, unheard here.
Perched in thin silence,
it watches the city fade
into mountain light.
One call cracks the sky—
then nothing but the wind’s hand
on old stone and flame.
Lady Beetles Having Lunch — Image by kenne
Clustered like red seeds,
they gather on stem and leaf—
a quiet feast begins.
Aphids scatter slow,
unaware of what has come
with speckled hunger.
No words, no warning—
just patient, shared purpose
under the sunlight.
The mountain watches,
as tiny jaws work in peace—
beauty with a bite.
Two-tailed Swallowtail on Thistle (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
Bright as canyon light,
the swallowtail drifts and dips
to a thistle’s bloom.
Wings flicker like flame,
tails trailing the mountain wind—
a dancer on spines.
Among thorn and hush,
it feeds, then lifts without sound—
summer passing through.
Queen Butterfly on Arizona Brittleweed
Santa Catalina Mountains
A hush on the trail—
the queen descends from the sky,
drawn to desert gold.
Wings edged in twilight
settle on brittleweed blooms,
soft against the thorn.
Above the canyon,
she drinks the sun’s last offer—
brief, deliberate grace.
Wild Raspberries On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
The path is narrow,
soft with pine needles, and silent.
Mist rises from the shaded ground.
Clusters of raspberries—
deep red against green thicket—
catch the slant of morning.
Not gathered,
not even noticed,
except by the breeze
and a single bird,
waiting.
Here, the mountain offers sweetness
without asking.
Fendler’s Globemallow On Butterfly Trail — Image by kenne
Each bloom a whisper
in the hush of mountain air—
along the ridgeline.
Wildflowers on Butterfly Tail — Image by kenne
Sun warms the ridgeline—
cradling the light like hope
beneath the pine’s shadow.
Each step stirs petals—
a hush of blooming wonder
where silence once stood.
Pipevine Swallowtail — Image by kenne
Wings of Midnight Flame
Where mountains lean into the blue,
and sunlight slips through morning dew,
a whisper lands on greening leaves—
a pipevine swallowtail that weaves.
Like night with edges lit,
its wings flicker in shade where wild things sit.
No hurry here, just sky and stem,
a pulse within the mountain’s hem.
Among the ferns, the sage, the stone,
it moves gracefully and alone.
Each beat of the wing is a silent thread
in tapestry, the peaks have spread.
Brief as breath, yet bold and true,
a flicker of black trimmed in blue.
Empress Leilia On Arizona Monardella (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
Copper wings hover—
wild Monardella in bloom,
scent and sun collide.
Fiery Skipper In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Golden wings flicker—
skipper dances on warm wind,
high in Catalina light.
Queen Butterfly and Honey Bee On Mule Fat Blossoms — Image by kenne
Morning light breaks soft—
Queen and bee on mule fat bloom,
dew still on the leaves.
Mexican Fritillary On Mahogany Milkweed — Image by kenne
Desert Stillness
On mahogany milkweed stems,
where desert hushes sunlit gems,
a fritillary folds her wings—
orange fire with softened rings.
She does not rush, the bloom holds still,
Two hearts at peace on granite hill.
The air is warm, the shadows small,
no need to rise, no fear to fall.
Bright as flame, yet calm as stone,
she rests, yet claims the day her own.
In that brief hush, the wild agrees—
grace is quiet among the leaves.
Pipevine Swallowtail — Image by kenne
Blue wings in sunlight—
thistle opens to the day,
stillness full of flight.
White, Pink, and Green — Photo-artistry by kenne
White, pink, green in bloom—
light and shadow brush each petal,
art grown from stillness.
