Sonoran Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.”
— Pablo Picasso
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Colorless Desert Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sonoran sunset
A different perspective
Maintains its beauty.
— kenne
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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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Sonoran Skyway –Edward Abbey Leave a comment
Sonoran Sky Island — Images by kenne
“I feel again the poignant urge to grasp it, embrace it, know all
at once and all in all; but the harder I strive for such a consummation,
the more elusive that it becomes, slipping like a dream through my
arms. Can this desire be satisfied only in death? Something in our
human consciousness seems to make us forever spectators of
the world we live in.
Maybe some of my crackpot, occultist friends are right; maybe we
really are aliens here on earth, our spirits born on some other,
simpler, more human planet. But why were we sent here?
What is our mission, comrades, and when do we get paid?
A writer’s epitaph: He fell in love with the planted earth,
but the affair was never consummated.”
— Edward Abbey
“To the consternation of the “committed” reviewer, he is not a
conservationist or an environmentalist or a boxable list of any other
kind; he keeps on showing up as Edward Abbey, a horse of another
color, and one that requires some care to appreciate.”
— from “A Few Words in Favor of Ed Abbey” by Wendell Berry
Sonoran Desert Eye
“He had the zeal of a true believer and the sting of a scorpion.”
— Wallace Stegner referring to Edward Abbey
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Arizona Morning Cactus Wren On A Saguaro Cactus — Photo-Artistry by kenne
High thin clouds blanket the sky overnight
moving on as the sun warms the day to
the grinding sound of the cactus wren.
Will today become the first triple-digit
day of the summer, or will it be tomorrow?
The annual guessing game goes on.
— kenne
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Looking For Hope In A Hopeless World 3 comments
Ocollio Blossom (Spanish for Little Torch) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ocotillo (Fouquieria splendens) is one of the easiest plants to identify in the desert.
They are a large shrub with long cane-like unbranched spiny stems that
grow from a short trunk. Small 2 inch leaves will grow from the stems
when there is enough moisture. Dense clusters of red tubular flowers
grow from the end of the stems from March through June.
— Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
On this Easter Sunday in the age of HOVID-19,
we need to hold the torch high as
we look for hope in a hopeless world.
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Hope In A Hopeless World — Pop Stables
Baby born in New York City
Wrapped in a blanket all tattered and worn
Mama’s doin’ the best she can
It takes hope in a hopeless world
Her eldest son, he stayed in school
Listened to his mother, he never drank or used
But every job he wants he gets refused
It takes hope in a hopeless world
Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Trying to find love in these hateful times
Try to stay strong but my mind is weak
Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Churches are full, but the prayers are not heard
Saturday’s child don’t wanna to go to Sunday school
Whatever happened to the golden rule
It takes hope in a hopeless world
D’you got a quarter for the homeless man
Spare some change for the soldiers who fought the war
Put a little money in those hats and those tins
Give them hope in a hopeless world
Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Searchin’ for love in these hateful times
Try to stay strong but my mind is weak
Ease my mind, ease my mind
And on the corner there stands a young girl
The home she left was in the better part of town
Daddy did things she never talked about
It takes hope in a hopeless world
Somebody out there gotta listen
Somebody out there got to know what Pops been talkin’ about
Raise your hand, raise your hands if you’re with me
Give us hope in a hopeless world
You’ve got to listen to the voice inside
Peace and love don’t compromise – realize
Time is passing by
Can’t be standing still!
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Sonoran Desert Fades (Easter Sunday) 2 comments
Sonoran Desert Fades (Easter Sunday) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Faded desert scenes
Blend together each moment
Slow fade to sunset.
— kenne
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Springtime On The Trail — Image by kenne
Poppies and lupines
Seem to stand at attention
As we pass on by.
— kenne
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Desert Mushroom (Podaxis pistillaris) 2 comments
Desert Mushroom (Podaxis pistillaris) — Image by kenne
This is probably the most common mushroom in the Sonoran Desert. It is found in desert environments worldwide. The fruiting body appears above the ground upon a woody stem within a few days after a soaking rain usually during the cooler seasons. It is fibrous and woody and the cap remains closed down around the gills and spores, presumably to protect them from extreme dry periods. (arizonensis.org)
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A Desert Morning And Poetry In The Age Of Novel Coronavirus Leave a comment
A Desert Morning In The Age Of Novel Coronavirus — Image by kenne
Midnight poems are bicycles
Taking us on safer journeys
Than jets
Quicker journeys
Than walking
But never as beautiful
A journey
As my back
Touching you under the quilt
Midnight poems
Sing a sweet song
Saying everything
Is all right
Everything
Is
Here for us
I reach out
To catch the laughter
The dog thinks
I need a kiss
Bicycles move
With the flow
Of the earth
Like a cloud
So quiet
In the October sky
Like licking ice cream
From a cone
Like knowing you
Will always
Be there
All day long I wait
For the sunset
The first star
The moon rise
I move
To a midnight
Poem
Called
You
Propping
Against
The dangers
— Bicycles by Nikki Giovanni
