Walking The Shoreline At Sunrise (Playacar Beach) — Image by kenne
Archive for the ‘Sunrise’ Category
Walking The Shoreline At Sunrise Leave a comment
Sun Setting On Sun 3 comments
Sun Setting On Sun — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sun setting on sun
Clear eyes and attentive mine
A winter solstice.
— kenne
Share this:
Desert Sunrise Photo-Artistry Leave a comment
Desert Sunrise Photo-Artistry by kenne
A haunting morning
Transforms a normal
And simple aesthetic
Trying for unsettling
Depths of darkness.
— kenne
Share this:
Galveston Island Sunrise 5 comments
Galveston Island Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Share this:
The Desert Sun Is Heating Up Leave a comment
Desert Sunrise — Digital Art by kenne
Another morning
getting up at five
providing several
hours cool hours
before the sun
heats up the day —
just another day
of neither adding
or taking away, but
I don’t give a damn.
— kenne
Share this:
Douglas Spring Trail Leave a comment
Hiking Douglas Spring Trail — Image by kenne
Tomorrow’s Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN) Friday hike will be on the Douglas Spring Trail in the Rincon Mountains. For the first time in several years, I will not be participating. I will miss being on this hike.
A flat start into the morning sun
Hikers leaving behind long shadows
On a trail that will soon disappear
As we start our climb in
The mountain’s shadow, stopping
Only to watch things themselves
Letting the sun and earth
Go about their changes.
— kenne
Share this:
Saguaros At Sunrise Leave a comment
Saguaros At Sunrise — Image by kenne
The Capture of Mr. Sun
The sun is a lion
circling his cage,
Caught for you, brought for you
on this wheeled stage,
Through fixed bars glaring
his wrath and his rage
Like a pen for the baby
or bedrails in old age.
The lion is a sunflower
with a broad gold face,
Its petals outstreaming
like a mane or the rays
Of that candescent Power
we all watch pace
Through the gendering heavens
on its circuit of days.
The flower is tracing
the sun on its rounds;
The carnival moves through
its orbit of towns;
The lion's cage rolls
your streets up and down
Where be pads and we shiver
at his smile, his frown.
-- W. D. Snodgrass
