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A Clear Midnight   2 comments

A Full Moon Night In The Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A Clear Midnight

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

— Walt Whitman

A Morning Walk Along The Tanque Verde Wash   Leave a comment

A Morning Walk Along The Tanque Verde Wash — Images by kenne

Our community of Tanuri Ridge backs up to the Tanque Verde Wash. The wash continues to eat away at our property line.
Soon, this part of the trail will be washed away, along with the “branch art” monuments along the Tanque Verde banks.

Recent mountain rains in the Catalinas are beginning to bring ash from the Big Horn Fire to the wash.

— kenne

Colorless Desert Sunset   Leave a comment

Colorless Desert Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sonoran sunset

A different perspective

Maintains its beauty.

— kenne

Cattails By A Sonoran Creek   Leave a comment

Cattails By A Sonoran Desert Creek — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sonoran desert

a very diverse place

wildflowers take turns

blooming so visitors

can always see them — 

what a beautiful world.

— kenne

Sonoran Skyway –Edward Abbey   Leave a comment

Winter In The Desert 2010 10816-Edit-1-72Sonoran Sky Island — Images by kenne

“I feel again the poignant urge to grasp it, embrace it, know all
at once and all in all; but the harder I strive for such a consummation,
the more elusive that it becomes, slipping like a dream through my
arms. Can this desire be satisfied only in death? Something in our
human consciousness seems to make us forever spectators of
the world we live in.

Maybe some of my crackpot, occultist friends are right; maybe we
really are aliens here on earth, our spirits born on some other,
simpler, more human planet. But why were we sent here?
What is our mission, comrades, and when do we get paid?

A writer’s epitaph: He fell in love with the planted earth,
but the affair was never consummated.”

— Edward Abbey

“To the consternation of the “committed” reviewer, he is not a
conservationist or an environmentalist or a boxable list of any other
kind; he keeps on showing up as Edward Abbey, a horse of another
color, and one that requires some care to appreciate.”

— from “A Few Words in Favor of Ed Abbey” by Wendell Berry

Desert Eye Sunset II blog framed IIISonoran Desert Eye

“He had the zeal of a true believer and the sting of a scorpion.”

— Wallace Stegner referring to Edward Abbey

Arizona Morning In The Sonoran Sun   Leave a comment

Cactus Wren at Sunrise-art-72-2Arizona Morning Cactus Wren On A Saguaro Cactus — Photo-Artistry by kenne

High thin clouds blanket the sky overnight

moving on as the sun warms the day to

the grinding sound of the cactus wren.

Will today become the first triple-digit

day of the summer, or will it be tomorrow?

The annual guessing game goes on.

— kenne 

Looking For Hope In A Hopeless World   3 comments

Casa Grande RuinsOcollio Blossom (Spanish for Little Torch) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Ocotillo (Fouquieria splendens) is one of the easiest plants to identify in the desert.
They are a large shrub with long cane-like unbranched spiny stems that
grow
from a short trunk. Small 2 inch leaves will grow from the stems
when there is enough
moisture. Dense clusters of red tubular flowers
grow from the end of the stems from
March through June.

— Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum

On this Easter Sunday in the age of HOVID-19,
we need to hold the torch high as
we look for hope in a hopeless world.

*****

Hope In A Hopeless World — Pop Stables

Baby born in New York City
Wrapped in a blanket all tattered and worn
Mama’s doin’ the best she can
It takes hope in a hopeless world

Her eldest son, he stayed in school
Listened to his mother, he never drank or used
But every job he wants he gets refused
It takes hope in a hopeless world

Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Trying to find love in these hateful times
Try to stay strong but my mind is weak
Looking for hope in a hopeless world

Churches are full, but the prayers are not heard
Saturday’s child don’t wanna to go to Sunday school
Whatever happened to the golden rule
It takes hope in a hopeless world

D’you got a quarter for the homeless man
Spare some change for the soldiers who fought the war
Put a little money in those hats and those tins
Give them hope in a hopeless world

Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Searchin’ for love in these hateful times
Try to stay strong but my mind is weak
Ease my mind, ease my mind

And on the corner there stands a young girl
The home she left was in the better part of town
Daddy did things she never talked about
It takes hope in a hopeless world

Somebody out there gotta listen
Somebody out there got to know what Pops been talkin’ about
Raise your hand, raise your hands if you’re with me
Give us hope in a hopeless world

You’ve got to listen to the voice inside
Peace and love don’t compromise – realize
Time is passing by
Can’t be standing still!

Sonoran Desert Fades (Easter Sunday)   2 comments

Canyon Rainbow-art-72Sonoran Desert Fades (Easter Sunday) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Faded desert scenes

Blend together each moment

 Slow fade to sunset.

— kenne

Springtime On The Trail   Leave a comment

Spring Time Hiking Trail-72Springtime On The Trail — Image by kenne

Poppies and lupines

Seem to stand at attention

As we pass on by.

— kenne

 

Desert Mushroom (Podaxis pistillaris)   Leave a comment

Desert Mushroom (Podaxis pistillaris)-72Desert Mushroom (Podaxis pistillaris) — Image by kenne

This is probably the most common mushroom in the Sonoran Desert. It is found in desert environments worldwide. The fruiting body appears above the ground upon a woody stem within a few days after a soaking rain usually during the cooler seasons. It is fibrous and woody and the cap remains closed down around the gills and spores, presumably to protect them from extreme dry periods. (arizonensis.org)

A Desert Morning And Poetry In The Age Of Novel Coronavirus   Leave a comment

Giffords OfficeA Desert Morning In The Age Of Novel Coronavirus — Image by kenne

Midnight poems are bicycles
Taking us on safer journeys
Than jets
Quicker journeys
Than walking
But never as beautiful
A journey
As my back
Touching you under the quilt

Midnight poems
Sing a sweet song
Saying everything
Is all right

Everything
Is
Here for us
I reach out
To catch the laughter

The dog thinks
I need a kiss

Bicycles move
With the flow
Of the earth
Like a cloud
So quiet
In the October sky
Like licking ice cream
From a cone
Like knowing you
Will always
Be there

All day long I wait
For the sunset

The first star
The moon rise

I move
To a midnight
Poem
Called
You
Propping
Against
The dangers

Bicycles by Nikki Giovanni

March Sonoran Sunset   Leave a comment

Phoinex Sunset-72March Sonoran Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

How About A Little Hug My Dear   2 comments

Starpass Trail 2012Saguaro Cactus Forest — Image by kenne

How about a little hug
And kiss, my dear?

Oh no, we have to be careful
not to get the coronavirus.

— kenne

 

Desert Chicory Wildflowers And Bee   Leave a comment

Chicory and Bee-72Desert Chicory Wildflowers and Bee — Image by kenne

Popping up on the dry desert floor

New sharing space with the old

We are alive and well in the desert

Taking morning hikes in the cool air.

— kenne

Signs Of Spring   Leave a comment

California chicory-2-72“Signs of Spring” California Chicory — Image by kenne

When we look around

Signs of spring are arriving

Across the desert.

— kenne

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