Spinose Teeth; Thorns, Spines, and Prickles — Image by kenne
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Spinose Teeth Leave a comment
Every desert plant
Handle with care.
Out here, survival
At Sunset, The Desert Has Little Patience Leave a comment
Sunset From Blackett’s Ridge Trail (10/11/11) — Image by kenne
I watched the sunset
nestle into the cactus’s embrace
while the shadows climbed
the flanks of the Catalinas.
The desert has little patience
for people in a hurry.
It asks only that you
sit still long enough
to notice what was already there.
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Another Beautiful Sonoran Sunset Leave a comment
Sonoran Sunset -- Image by kenne
The mountains darken, but above them
red, orange, and yellow gather
like old spirits around a fire,
warming the vast desert silence
one final time before night.
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Happy Mother’s Day From The Desert Southwest 1 comment
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
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Sonoran Spring Wildflowers Leave a comment
Sonoran Spring Wildflowers — Image by kenne
Along the trail,
the desert wildflowers arrive quietly—
yellow, violet, white—
as if the desert, after months of restraint,
has decided to speak
in small bursts of color.
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Sonoran Blue Sky Leave a comment
Sonoran Blue Sky — Image by kenne
The sky lays itself down
across the mountains
like a second world—
blue poured into stone.
No sermon here,
just light telling rock
what it already knows.
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A Sonoran Morning Leave a comment
A Sonoran Morning — Image by kenne
Bright sunlight, black tower, white sky.
The blades carve the morning into pieces.
Somewhere a tank fills,
somewhere a man believes
he has mastered this land.
But the wind owns the rhythm,
and the desert keeps the final say.
— kenne
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Soaptree Yacca Leave a comment
Soaptree Yacca — Image by kenne
Wind scrapes the flats raw.
The yucca holds its green knives
close to the bone of earth.
Bloom is rare.
That’s the point.
In this place
beauty is earned slowly.
— kenne
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Great Blue Heron 1 comment
Great Blue Heron — Image by kenne
Golden eye
tracking light on scales.
No hurry in him—
only weather,
only patience
older than bridges upstream.
The river keeps moving.
He does not.
— kenne
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The Presence Of The Reaven 3 comments
Reaven In The Desert — Image by kenne
I have distrusted symbols
most of my life,
yet there it is—
black wings over sand
that has forgotten rain.
The bird does not promise rescue.
It promises presence.
In the desert,
that distinction matters.
— kenne
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Sonoran Desert Storm 2 comments
Cactus Wren Waits for the Dust from a Desert Storm to Move On — Image by kenne
Morning haze rolls in
like a tired excuse.
The desert listens,
doesn’t argue,
lets it pass.
— kenne
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Sharing Berries 6 comments
Cedar Waxwings Sharing Berries — Image by kenne
They pass a berry
beak to beak, politely,
as if time allows this.
— kenne
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Old Tucson Backlot 1 comment
Backlot props — Image by kenne
I wander the dusty backlot of Old Tucson
where a broken wagon wheel leans
against a wall the color of old adobe.
A sign reads Props, but really,
who can tell?
Everything here looks equally retired—
the wooden crates, the tin stars,
the barrel with no bottom.
I stand there wondering
if this is what happens to a life too:
all our moments stored behind a door
labeled with someone else’s handwriting.
— kenne
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I Love Rugged Men — A Desert Fable 1 comment
Old Prickly Pear and Longleaf False Goldeneye — Image by kenne
Desert Fable
“I love rugged men,”
said the bright little flower,
stretching toward the sun.
The old prickly pear
only chuckled—
“Child, love the wind instead.
He’ll come and go,
but never cling.”
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Sunset Sky Leave a comment
Sunset Sky — Image by kenne
Photography patronizes.
Life moves—
blur, breath, forgetting.
A flash halts it,
fixes detail
into permanence—
which is its lie.
— kenne
