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A Winter Sunset   3 comments

A Winter Sunset In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne

A Winter Sunset

The winds are blowing
across the winter sky
colors moving in this
land of the setting sun.

Lovers raise a glass of wine
hearts warmed by the colors
as they lay quietly together
embracing nature’s moment.

Other sunsets will happen
bringing passion and joy
each sharing day’s passing
with those who participate.

Sunsets are always new
generating energy called love
to be shared with someone
since the beginning of time.

— kenne

Pen and Color Desert Scene   7 comments

Pen and Color Desert Scene by kenne

Sonnet 73

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,Desert
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

— William Shakespeare

Draught In The Canyon   Leave a comment

Intense Drought In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

The Sonoran Desert
known for its biodiversity
having two rainy seasons

the summer monsoon
and winter rainy season
now experiencing drought.

Normal drought conditions
made worse by La Niña
event reducing rainfall.

Many native plants are dying
vegetation green-up is poor
during this intense drought.

— kenne

 

The Moments That Count   Leave a comment

Image by kenne

The Moments That Count!

Ventana Canyon   1 comment

Ventana Canyon — Images by kenne (Click On Any Image for Slideshow View)

On, What Sorrow   Leave a comment

Sonoran Winter Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Crossroad

   On, what sorrow to have
poems off in the distance
of passion, and a brain
all stained with ink!

   Oh, what sorrow not to have
the happy man’s fantastical
shirt—a tanned skin,
the sun’s carpet.

   (Flocks of letters
wheel round my eyes.)

   Oh, what sorrow the ancient 
sorrow of poetry,
this sticky sorrow
so far from clean water!

   Oh, sorrow of sorrowing
to sip at the vein of lyric!
Oh, sorrow of dried-up fountains
and mills without flour!

   Oh, what sorrow to have 
no sorrow, to spend life
on the colorless grass
of the hesitant lane!

   Oh, the deepest sorrow:
the sorrow of joy, a plow
Cutting furrows for us
where weeping bears fruit!

   (The cold moon rises
over a paper mountain.)
Oh, sorrow of truth!
Oh, sorrow of the lie!

— Federico Garcia Lorca   

Sonoran Desert Wolfberry   2 comments

Sonoran Desert Wolfberry — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Brilliant green and red

Colors of the holidays

Painting the desert.

— kenne

Sonoran Sunset   Leave a comment

Sonoran Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.”

— Pablo Picasso

Leading the Way   3 comments

American Woman — Photo-Artistry by kenne

She is woman
Leading us through
Unknown challenges
If only we would follow.

— kenne

Dried Vines   Leave a comment

Dried Vines — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Once the process of bringing forth new life passes,
leaves fall, vines become brittle to the touch,
and seeds are transported to new lands
where life can begin anew when the rains return.

There is reason to believe that the rains will not
return, or at least with so little only the hardiest
of the hardy will survive when the heat of the
new normal bakes the already dry land.

What will come of this wasteland? A land where
the winds carry a deadly virus bringing death
to weakest of the weak, where many feel they
are not accomplices to what caused the suffering.

— kenne

The Drought Continues   Leave a comment

The Drought Continues In The Desert Southwest — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Coyotes passed through the field at the back
of the house last night — coyotes, from midnight
till dawn, hunting, foraging, a mad scavenging,
scaring up pocket gophers, white-breasted mice,
jacktails, voles, the least shrew, catching
a bite at a time.

They were a band, screeching, yodeling,
a multi-tone pack. Such yipping and yapping
and jaw chapping, yelping and painful howling,
they had to be skinny, worn, used up,
a tribe of bedraggled uncles and cousins
on the skids, torn, patched, frenzied
mothers, daughters, furtive pups
and, slinking on the edges, an outcast
cow dog or two.

— from A Passing by Pattiann Rogers

 

 

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

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