Archive for the ‘Santa Catalina Mountains’ Category
Evening Primrose — Image by kenne
Life is very tough and fragile at the same time,
it never backs down or surrenders,
but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness.
As an evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight,
just before being trampled upon underfoot
by the four-legged frost of the night.
— William Wordsworth
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Autumn Forest Floor — Photo-artistry by kenne
“I see the turning of a leaf dancing in the autumn sun,
and brilliant shades of crimson glowing when the day is done.”
— Hazelmarie Elliott
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A Mushroom In The Autumn on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
We all have forests in our minds.
Forests unexplored, unending.
Each one of us gets lost in the
forest, every night, alone.
— Ursula Le Guin
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Forest Floor On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
“Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.”
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Autumn Nature (A Walk In The Woods) — Image by kenne
Nature
O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, –
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.
In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do, –
Only – be it near to you!
For I’d rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city’s year forlorn.
— Henry David Thoreau
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Aspen Trail In The Autumn on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
“Just an hour north of Tucson, Mount Lemmon offers a refreshing fall escape in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
As travelers ascend the scenic Catalina Highway, the magical saguaros give way to towering pines and maples,
their leaves ablaze with red and orange hues. At 9,000 feet, Mount Lemmon provides a cool retreat from the desert,
perfect for hiking among the vibrant autumn colors. Outdoor lovers can explore the Aspen and Marshall Gulch trails,
surrounded by vivid fall foliage.”
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Signs of Autumn On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
— from To Autumn by John Keats
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Fall On Mt. Lemmon — Painting by kenne
It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
— Mark Twain
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Bearded Penstemon On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
I believe things cannot make themselves impossible.
— Stephen Hawking
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Sabina Creek Above The Dam — Image by kenne
Water celebrates, yielding continually
sheeted and fast in its overfall
slips down the rock, evades the pillars
building its colonnades, repairs
in stream and standing wave
retains its seaward green
broken by obstacle rock; falling, the water sheet
spouts, and the mind dances, excess of white.
The white brilliant function of the land’s disease.
— from The Book of the Dead: The Dam by Muriel Rukeyser
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Fall Colors On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Walk the mountain trails
Beauty is all around us
Never to forget.
The words miss the mark
If only they could capture
The moment in time.
So, we keep trying
To share visual moments
And all its beauty.
— kenne
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“Walk Into My World” — Computer Painting by kenne
Continue to digest the emptiness
The wise say all things are
connected in the Universe,
and remain so throughout time —
Continue to digest the emptiness.
The foolish create aliens
from the unknown
“see the dragon in my garage” —
Continue to digest the emptiness.
Still trying to understand the message
in our fleeing experience
we seek to be identical with the stable —
Continue to digest the emptiness.
Our impermanent passing experience
is where knowledge exist
by not minimizing the significance of the whole —
Continue to digest the emptiness.
Nothing can be retained
even knowledge, like the fruit of the tree
decays as soon as it is ripe —
Continue to digest the emptiness.
As gatekeepers to all things connected
by opening the gates to experience
we learn to love and care for others —
Continue to digest the emptiness.
Seek not to ripen on the tree of knowledge
for knowledge that is “crystal clear”
only decays when ripe —
Continue to digest the emptiness.
To stop connecting is to
is to see the fruit as a constant red
let the shade is constantly changing —
continue to digest the emptiness.
Because we may lack the realization
should stop us from crawling
with the “struggling ant?” —
continue to digest the emptiness.
As our reality is narrowed
our ability to connect
creating meaning and value is diminished —
continue to digest the emptiness.
— kenne
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Santa Catalina Mountains Trail — Image by kenne
shadows on the trail
leaves falling season changing
first signs of autumn
— kenne
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Checkerspot Butterfly — Image by kenne
A dilapidated lepidopteran
dying atop The Mountain of Butterflies
holds out her wings to the darkness—wings as thin
as the mist that swirls beneath monsoonal skies—
— from Waiting for Dawn atop Butterfly Mountain by Martin J. Elster
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Wildflowers (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
The essence of all good photography is gratitude.
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