Archive for the ‘Sweetwater ’ Category
Great Blue Heron — Image by kenne
The wetlands wake slowly.
A coot leaves a trail across the water.
Then the blue heron rises.
His wings gather the morning light,
He moves over Sweetwater
When he disappears behind the mesquite,
Dragonfly in Black and White — Image by kenne
brushstroke dragonfly, spine like a reed in wind— the artist knew what the marsh knows: balance is a brief agreement
Raseate Skimmer Dragonfly — Image by kenne
In motion, it measures motion— wingbeats, shadows, the slight wrongness of something closing in. Eyes like a net of light cast in all directions.
Blue-eyed Darner at Sweetwater Wetlands — Image by kennne
Where reeds bow in wind, your brief, shining pilgrimage outlives ancient song.
Common Green Darner Dragonflies — Image by kenne
two green helicopters hooked together like they don’t give a damn who’s watching.
the pond water barely moves. a red-wing blackbird mouths off.
life keeps doing what life does— no speeches, no apologies.
— kenne
Great Blue Heron Over the Sweetwater Wetlands — Image by kenne
A shadow slides across the marsh before the bird arrives.
Long legs trailing, neck folded like a question.
For a moment, the wetlands remember what this valley looked like before water engineers showed up.
— kenne
Male Broad-banded Swallowtail — Image by kenne
A butterfly is a question with wings. This one asks it slowly, circling cattails and light, as though the answer might be something you feel, not know. — kenne
Water Lily Painting by kenne
The scene feels almost meditative— water lilies glowing against the cool pond surface, inviting you to linger a little longer. — kenne
Red Flame Skimmer at Sweetwater Wetlands — Image by kenne
Red flame in sunlight— wing-flash skims the quiet pond; ripples carry fire. — kenne
Flame Skimmer Dragonfly At Sweetwater Wetlands — Image by kenne
A flame skimmer rests, perched on a dead branch, its body a streak of fire against the soft green reeds of Sweetwater Wetlands. The pond lies quiet, ripples folding into reeds, while wings of copper glass catch the sun’s edge— a sudden brilliance, then stillness again, as if the dragonfly were holding the day in its fragile grip.
Variegated Meadowhawk In Flight — Image by kenne
Tail tipped in fire, it hovers, angles, strikes fast— a blur with purpose.
Cattail — Image by kenne
Cattails stand like guards, watching still water secrets— wind forgets to speak.
Costa’s Hummingbird Attracted to Spikerushes — Image by kenne
“Hummingbird darts lightly through the world, spreading its message of joy and beauty, and teaching us to appreciate the wonder and magic of everyday existence.”
Variegated Meadowhawk Dragonfly — Image by kenne
“Restless dragonfly, darting, dancing over the ribbons of trailing weed.” — Arthur Christopher Benson
Blue Dasher Dragonfly — Image by kenne
“The beauteous dragonfly’s dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here, and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair.” — Heinrich Heine
