Two Sandhill Cranes Coming In For A Landing At Whitewater Draw — Image by kenne
here for the winter
spend time before heading north
to begin again
— kenne
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Doubtful Canyon Signpost — Panorama by kenne
A lonely sign
on the hill
has no
directions
if it did
we would
be doubtful.
— kenne
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Lilac-banded Longtail or Dorantes Longtail (Urbanus dorantes) — Image by kenne (October 2, 2022)
This is the first time I’ve seen, and photographed Lilac-banded Longtail or Dorantes Longtail (Urbanus dorantes), a butterfly of the Hesperiidae family. It is found from Argentina, north through Central America, Mexico, and the West Indies to southern Texas and peninsular Florida.
Strays can be found as far north as northern California, southern Arizona, southern Missouri and southern Georgia. — Source: iNaturalist
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Birds Near Tubac, Arizona 3 comments
Ash-throated Flycatcher Near Tubac Along The Santa Cruz River
Ash-throated Flycatcher Near Tubac Along The Santa Cruz River
Lesser Goldfinch In A Mesquite Tree
Albert’s Towhee — Images by kenne
One of the birding trips I went on during last month’s Tucson Audubon Society’s annual birding festival was to Tubac,
which is located near the Santa Cruz River. These are a few of the better shots I was able to get while there.
Since I live in the Tucson area and often hiked trails in and around Tubac, most all the birds we saw I can see from my patio.
The major difference was being able to spend time with birders from all across the country and Mexico —
an interesting group of people, if you get my drift.
— kenne
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
— Emily Dickinson
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Using Visiting Mourning Doves on the Patio to Practice for the Tucson Audobon Festival (August 10-13) in Southeast Arizona.
“Bird watching is now North America’s second most popular outdoor activity (second only to gardening).”
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Doubtful Canyon Coyote Fence — Image by kenne
“Some nights we can see light of fires as Indians dance
And the eyes of God shine through the coyote fence.”
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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
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The Sandhill Cranes Have Headed North 2 comments
The Sandhill Cranes Have Headed North — Images by kenne
Cranes flying north
To their northern breeding grounds
White-winged doves return.
— kenne
White-winged Dove — Image by kenne
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On The Streets Of Bisbee 3 comments
On The Streets Of Bisbee Arizona — HDR Image by kenne
an old mining town
with a new town attitude
attracting tourists
— kenne
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The Big Horn Fire Above Sabino Canyon, June 2020 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
. . . In remembrance of last year’s Big Horn Fire in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
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Raven At Cienega Creek — Photo Essay 3 comments
Raven At Cienega Creek — Photo Essay by kenne
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Marine Blue Butterfly On Algae Scum 4 comments
Marine Blue Butterfly On Blue-Green Algae Scum (Cienega Creek) — Image by kenne
In our recent walk along Cienega Creek, much of the creek’s surface water has begun to dry up, leaving behind pools
of water perfect for the buildup of blue-green scum. We noticed a marine blue butterfly flying over one of the pools,
suddenly landing a leaf floating on top of the scum.
— kenne
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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
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No Passage (Doubtfull Pass In Doubtfull Canyon)– Image by kenne
At one time
a stagecoach route.
Now, no passage
without a key —
private property,
keep out,
no hunting,
call this number —
really, out in the
middle of nowhere.
— kenne
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Twisted Wire In Doubtful Canyon — Image by kenne
Southwest Ridge
When the sun rises over the mountains,
the air is still cool,
meaning that by the end of the day,
when the sun has crossed
the main ridge and gives light to
the other side the air is hot
and dry.
This means that trees growing on the
northeast face of any given
mountains flourish, while the southwest face
is generally left barren-
the air is still cool,
meaning that by the end of the day,
when the sun has crossed
the main ridge and gives light to
the other side the air is hot
and dry.
This means that trees growing on the
northeast face of any given
mountains flourish, while the southwest face
is generally left barren-
there are, however, always a few brave
tufts of foliage
who dare to challenge the
infernal heat
and survive.
so too,
with people.
— JC Lucas
Becoming is Superior to Being 