Santa Catalina Indian Paintbrush — Image by kenne
“She is like a wildflower: beautiful, fierce, and free.”
— Anonymous
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Santa Catalina Indian Paintbrush 3 comments
Taxiles Skipper Leave a comment
Taxiles Skipper On A Pinos Altos Mountain Bean — Image by kenne
We know she’s a skipper
One hell of a day-tripper
All decked in brown
Jumping up and down.
— kenne
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In My Dreams Leave a comment
Acorn Woodpecker — art by kenne
For me,
I like moving to some extremity,
some kind of very difficult situation,
that throws an interesting light on life.
— kenne
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Raven In The Snow Leave a comment
Raven In The Snow (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne
Raven in the snow
A big bird trying to land
A black and white view.
— kenne
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Mushroom Coming Out Of The Dark Leave a comment
Mushroom Coming Out Of The Dark — Image by kenne
Coming out at night
Out of thought and nothingness
Darkness, death, decay.
— kenne
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Arizona Sister Butterfly Leave a comment
Arizona Sister Butterfly — Image by kenne
Black wings with white spots
These butterflies like to rock
Wait for the music.
— kenne
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December Snow On The Santa Catalina Mountains Leave a comment
December Snow (2011) On The Santa Catalina Mountains, Viewed The Upper Sabino Canyon Trail — Image by kenne
The First Snowfall
The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
— from The First Snowfall by James Russell Lowell
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There ain’t no substitute 11 comments
Under Tucson skies
Under Tucson skies
Desiring the wings to fly
In a sky so deep blue
Satisfied to walk my days
Under Tucson skies.
Sometimes I get a little lost
Acting like a kid flying high
I don’t know why
the thrill is still here
Satisfied under Tucson skies.
I know it an’t just
one of those things
It’s something so nice
So I can’t get use to
Something so right.
I see beautiful colors
I want to write about
But there an’t no substitute
For the real thing
I know there an’t no substitute.
— kenne
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Hikers Taking In The View 2 comments
Hikers Taking In The View (08/29/11) — Image by kenne
I love Nature partly because she is not man, but a retreat from him.
None of his institutions control or pervade her. There a different kind of right prevails.
In her midst I can be glad with an entire gladness. If this world were all man,
I could not stretch myself, I should lose all hope. He is constraint, she is freedom to me.
He makes me wish for another world. She makes me content with this.
— Henry David Thoreau
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Female Green Lynx Spider With Egg Sac 4 comments
Female Green Lynx Spider With Egg Sac — Image by kenne
The female constructs one to five 2-centimeter (0.8 in) egg sacs in September and October, each containing 25 to 600 bright orange eggs, which she guards, usually hanging upside down from a sac and attacking everything that comes near. Remarkably, one of her means of defense is to squirt (spit) venom from her chelicerae, sometimes for a distance of about a foot (300 mm). The eggs hatch after about two weeks, and after another two weeks fully functional spiderlings emerge from the sac. They pass through eight instars to reach maturity. — Source: Wikipedia
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Young Aspens In The Forest 2 comments
Young Aspens In The Forest — Image by kenne
Lost and certain of it, the woods crowd in
allowing only glimpses of the track
that was so clear and broad and well-traveled
only moments back where the sun fell bright
between the leaves to dapple the mast, but
lost and certain of it, the woods crowd in
spinning the senses like leaves in a wind
risen from the past to obscure the path
that was so clear and broad and well traveled.
Let the woods crowd out
all that is clear and broad and well traveled.
— from Lost and certain of it by Bryce Milligan
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Taking A Water Break Leave a comment
Taking A Water Break On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
— from Going for Water by Robert Frost
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Fall, The Grand Finale Leave a comment
Fall In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty,
as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
— Lauren DeStefano
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Seed Dispersal Leave a comment
Seed Dispersal — Image by kenne
Scatter in me the seeds
Of a thousand saplings.
Let grow a grassy heaven.
On my brow: a sun.
This bliss is yours, Living
World, and alone it endures.
— from Nature Aria by Yi Lei
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Sabino Canyon Entrance On A Rainy Day 4 comments
Sabino Canyon Entrance — Image by kenne
