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Crested Saguaro   Leave a comment

Crested Saguaro Upon The Saguaros — Image by kenne

Cristate or “crested” saguaros form when the cells in the growing stem begin to divide outward,
rather than in the circular pattern of a normal cactus. This is an unusual mutation that results
in the growth of a large fan-shaped crest at the growing tip of a saguaro’s main stem or arms.

More Cactus Blossoms   1 comment

Prickly Pear Cactus Blossoms — Images by kenne

Most people, when asked to identify a yellow spring flower would probably identify daffodils.
But, in the sunny Tucson area, most people would say the prickly pear cactus blossom,
or the palo verde blossoms.

Yellow is a warm and friendly color and most associated with is the sun. During spring,
it almost seems like the sun changes its light from a cold white to a warm and glowy yellow.

Quote From The Four Winds   Leave a comment

“As we know, there are lessons to be learned from history.
Hope to be derived from hardships faced before.
We’ve gone through bad times before and survived, even thrived.
History has shown us the strength and durability of the human spirit,
In the end, it is our idealism and our courage, and our commitment to one another
–what we have in common–that will save us.”

— from “The Four Winds” by Kristin Hannah

A Draught Doesn’t Stop Ocotillos From Blooming   1 comment

Ocotillos produce clusters of bright red flowers at their stem tips, which explain the plant’s name. 
Ocotillo means “little torch” in Spanish — Images by kenne

Waiting It Out

Desert display
as Saguaro’s spiny arms
raise to the darkening blue sky.
Days of heat waves
chase Ocotillo flower buds
drooping slowly in the mauve air
very still … and then,
with the distant rumble of thunder
and a flash of lightening,
comes a first drop.
Coming fast, the rain begins
a flood within the gulch
and there, from nowhere,
from the nothing dust,
from the ether
reconstituted
as out of a mirage
appears by the side of the road …
a toad.

— Sue Mason

Happy Easter from the Sonoran Desert   5 comments

Photo-Artistry by kenne

Have a blessed holiday filled with happiness, love, and faith.

Yacca Blossoms — Springtime In The Sonoran Desert   Leave a comment

Yacca Blossoms — Springtime In The Sonoran Desert — B&W Images by kenne

You will find that it is necessary to let things go;

simply for the reason that they are heavy.

— Sayings

Spring Flowers Along The Trail   Leave a comment

Spring Flowers Along The Trail — Image by kenne

“I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing
and defends nothing,
but only knows where
the rarest wildflowers
are blooming…”

— Wendell Berry

All Tangled Up In Barbed Wire   Leave a comment

All Tangled Up In Barbed Wire — Image by kenne

I don’t know, why I don’t
Put it out baby
We kiss and the flames
Just get higher
But yeah I know
When I hold onto you baby
I’m all tangled up in barbed wire
I get burned, I don’t learn
I’ll be back, give it time
Yeah, I know it sounds crazy
But guess I like playing with fire

— from Playing with Fire by Thomas Rhett

 

House Finch on Ocotillo Plant   Leave a comment

House Finch on Ocotillo Plant In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne

Dense clusters of red
Surround this little house finch
Against a blue sky.

— kenne

Despite A Mega Draught   Leave a comment

Brittlebush and Saguaro Cactus — Image by kenne

A megadrought continues in the west to make life difficult for desert plants. 
Still, a common desert shrub, brittlebush, knows spring is the time to green up and bloom. 
A member of the sunflower family, yet another symbol of strength during difficult times — a.k.a. Ukraine.

— kenne

Circling the Sky   1 comment

Circling the Sky — Image by kenne

Dreams of tomorrow
Nurture and create a new
My eye in the sky.

Your eye may not see
The ambiguous design
Of a Rorschach test.

Circling the sky
Forming a backdrop somewhere
For one more sunset.

Building memories
Of what memories became
In the good old days.

— kenne

Desert Cottontail In The Brush   Leave a comment

Desert Cottontail Sylvilagus auduboni (Sabino Canyon Recreational Area) — Image by kenne

The desert portion of their common name arises from their distribution across the arid lands of the
American Southwest and Plains states. “Auduboni” honors John James Audubon,
the famous bird painter and naturalist. 

Back-Tailed Gnatcatcher   Leave a comment

Black-tailed Gnatcatcher — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Black-tailed gnatcatchers are found throughout Mexico and the southwest United States in North America.
These birds inhabit the Sonoran desert, which covers California and Arizona in the United States. Their range also
extends to the northwestern part of Mexico. Their range is found in the Chihuahuan desert which covers the western part
of Texas, the southeastern part of Arizona, and extends to the northern and central part of the Mexican plateau,
in the range of the Sonoran desert in the west. Migration is not seen in these birds during the winter season. Source: kidadl.com

 

A Sonoran Desert Valentine   2 comments

Fairy Duster Wildflowers — HDR Image by kenne

She loves the mystical

power of flowers,

its bloom symbolizing 

the human existence,

opening oneself to love.

 

As spring embraces the desert,

among the first to appear

is the dazzling fairy duster.

Present everywhere —

on hillsides, washes, and grasslands

throughout the Sonoran Desert.

 

These beautiful flowers

covey a touch of magic,

of having mystical powers,

charming her —

this mystical flower

in a mystical land.

— kenne

Morning Shadows   Leave a comment

Morning Shadows In The Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Yes, the sun has risen again.
I can see the windows change and hear a dog barking.
The wind buckles the slender top of the alder,
the conversation of night birds hushes,
and I can hear my heart regular and strong.
I will live to see the day end as I lived to see
the earth turn molten and white, then to metal,
then to whatever shape we stamped into it
as we laughed the long night hours away
or sang how the eagle flies on Friday.
When Friday came, the early hours perfect
and cold,
we cursed our only lives
and passed the bottle back and forth.

— from One Day by Philip Levine

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