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Mountain Wildflowers   Leave a comment

Wildflowers on Mt. Lemmon, Santa Catalina Mountains — Images by kenne

What is the late November doing
With the disturbance of the spring
And creatures of the summer heat,
And snowdrops writhing under feet
And hollyhocks that aim too high
Red into grey and tumble down
Late roses filled with early snow?
Thunder rolled by the rolling stars
Simulates triumphal cars
Deployed in constellated wars
Scorpion fights against the sun
Until the Sun and Moon go down
Comets weep and Leonids fly
Hunt the heavens and the plains
Whirled in a vortex that shall bring
The world to that destructive fire
Which burns before the ice-cap reigns

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Mourning Doves In The Morning Sunlight   1 comment

Mourning Doves-72Mourning Doves In The Morning Sunlight (Sabino Canyon Recreational Area) — Image by kenne

“For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.”

— from Four Quartets, by T. S. Eliot

“Distracted from Distraction by Distraction”   1 comment

Shirt (1 of 1) art blog IIImage by kenne

Neither plenitude nor vacancy.  Only a flicker
Over the strained time-ridden faces
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
That blows before and after time,
Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
Time before time and after.

— from Burnt Norton by T.S. Eloit

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