Archive for the ‘Sonoran Desert’ Category

Tucson Mountains Panorama   2 comments

Tucson Mountains West of Tucson, Arizona — Panorama by kenne

“Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.”

― Walt Whitman

Life Springs Eternal   Leave a comment

Life Springs Eternal – New Life in the Presence of Death — Image by kenne

There are signs of life and death all around

that have evolved throughout all existence

towards a collective mitigation of existential

and catastrophic risks yet only in the present does

the proliferation of life affirms and consciously evolves.

— kenne

 

Tarantula Hawk   4 comments

Tarantula Hawk Near Cienega Creek — Images by kenne

As you can see, a tarantula hawk is not a hawk, but is a spider wasp (Pompilidae) that preys on tarantulas.
Tarantula hawks belong to any of the many species in the genera Pepsis and Hemipepsis. They are one of the
largest parasitoid wasps, using their sting to paralyze their prey before dragging it to a brood nest as living
food; a single egg is laid on the prey, hatching to a larva which eats the still-living prey.
Source: Wikipedi
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Corral Fence Line Art   1 comment

Corral Fence Line — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader,
a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight
for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here
.” 

— Edward Abbey

Creosote Bush Blossoms   2 comments

Spring In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne

The Creosote bush is a plant of extremes: it is a widely used medicinal plant; it is the most drought tolerant
perennial in North America, and it may be the oldest living plant.

 

Creosote (Larrea tridentata), also known as greasewood, is the most common shrub in three of the four north American deserts.
It is too cold in the Great Basin Desert of Nevada, but it thrives in the Mojave, Sonoran, and Chihuahuan deserts.
Creosote is an evergreen shrub, commonly up to six feet tall or taller, that has tiny green leaves, yellow flowers,
and grey-fuzzy fruit. It flowers several times a year depending on rainfall. —
Source: Arizona Daily Independent

The Early Bird Gets The Nectar   Leave a comment

“The Early Bird Gets the Nectar” (White-winged Dove on Saguaro Cactus Buds) — Image by kenne

In April, the budding of saguaros is followed by the return of white-winged doves from Mexico who love the nectar in
the saguaro blossoms. This image captures a white-winged dove atop buds soon to blossom — another take on
“The early bird gets the worm.”

— kenne

Another Year of Few Wildflowers   Leave a comment

Another Year of Few Wildflowers In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne

Spring wildflowers in the Sonoran desert depend on fall and winter rains. When there are little to no rains, as
has been the last few years, then there are few wildflowers in the spring. The above image is in the Molino
Basin, where in non-drought years, there are plenty of wildflowers to photograph. This year there are only a
few patches to be found.

— kenne

Where Are We?   Leave a comment

Where Are We? (Doubtful Canyon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

One hazel lost a leaf of gold
From a tuft at the tip, when the first voice told
The other he wished to know what ’twould be
To be sixty by this same post. “You shall see,”
He laughed—and I had to join his laughter—
“You shall see; but either before or after,
Whatever happens, it must befall,
A mouthful of earth to remedy all
Regrets and wishes shall freely be given;
And if there be a flaw in that heaven
’Twill be freedom to wish, and your wish may be
To be here or anywhere talking to me,
No matter what the weather, on earth,
At any age between death and birth,
To see what day or night can be,
The sun and the frost, the land and the sea,
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring,—
With a poor man of any sort, down to a king,
Standing upright out in the air
Wondering where he shall journey, O where?”
 
— from The Sign-Post by Edward Thomas
 

Spring Wildflowers In The Sonoran Desert   Leave a comment

Spring Wildflowers in the Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne

A very dry spring

Some wildflowers beat the odds

Flaunting the experts.

— kenne

Lily Of The Desert   1 comment

Mariposa Lily — Image by kenne

I cherish the solitude

of walking alone in nature —

no feelings of loneness

where everything around

me is alive and alert

to my presence

a spirit of closeness

and unity serving

in ecstatic integration.

— kenne

Twin Saguaros   Leave a comment

Twin Saguaros — Image by kenne

If I Was the One

who took another
path I couldn’ say.

Cries in the wind.
Blanks among trees.

— Windy Barker

The Wind Blows Where It Will/Pull My Daisy/All My Doors Are Open   Leave a comment

Source: Agave: A Celebration of Tequila in story, song, poetry, essay and graphic art — edited by Ashley and Nathan Brown
Agave Art Image by kenne (08/26/13) 

The Steven Schroeder poem’s title, all my doors are open, is a line in Pull My Daisy by Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and Neal Cassady.
Note: It was written in the late 1940s in a similar way to the Surrealist “exquisite corpse” game, with one person writing the first line,
the other writing the second, and so on sequentially, with each person only being shown the line before.

PULL MY DAISY

Pull my daisy
tip my cup
all my doors are open
Cut my thoughts
for coconuts
all my eggs are broken
Jack my Arden
gate my shades
woe my road is spoken
Silk my garden
rose my days
now my prayers awaken

Bone my shadow
dove my dream
start my halo bleeding
Milk my mind &
make me cream
drink me when you’re ready
Hop my heart on
harp my height
seraphs hold me steady
Hip my angel
hype my light
lay it on the needy

Heal the raindrop
sow the eye
bust my dust again
Woe the worm
work the wise
dig my spade the same
Stop the hoax
what’s the hex
where’s the wake
how’s the hicks
take my golden beam

Rob my locker
lick my rocks
leap my cock in school
Rack my lacks
lark my looks
jump right up my hole
Whore my door
beat my boor
eat my snake of fool
Craze my hair
bare my poor
asshole shorn of wool

say my oops
ope my shell
Bite my naked nut
Roll my bones
ring my bell
call my worm to sup
Pope my parts
pop my pot
raise my daisy up
Poke my papa
pit my plum
let my gap be shut

— Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady

My Treasure Lies Hidden   Leave a comment

A Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne

I do not know if the desert can be loved,

but it is in the desert that my treasure lies hidden.

— Paulo Coelho

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

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