“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 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? (Doubtful Canyon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Spring Wildflowers in the Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne
— kenne
Mariposa Lily — Image by kenne
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
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
A Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
— Paulo Coelho
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 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
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
Image by kenne
Ventana Canyon — Images by kenne (Click On Any Image for Slideshow View)
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 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
