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Homebound — Pandemic Art   Leave a comment

‘Homebound’ — Pandemic Art  by kenne

The Days Blur

The days blur as we self-quarantine, to make less work for others.
The days blur, the spot on the floor next to my bed, my feet land with a thud
and I am IT director, chef, housekeeper, nurse, and tele-worker all before 9am.
The days blur, my hand on backs, foreheads, my ears alert for coughing,
thermometer at the hip like a gunslinger.
The days blur, I touch my husband, so I don’t forget what it feels like.
The days blur from rain or crying, the world a watery vision framed by window panes.
The days blur until it’s midnight, 1am—I’ve waited out the cacophony
of children for a silence smothered in anxiety. Privilege is a house,
the hum of a deep freezer, a steady job.
The days blur and my waistband expands as my mind frays, needing a hem.
The days blur and the wound I am oozes, the scab yet to start.
The days blur and racists fight for the right to be served—humanity is a bauble
and capitalism has slashed the price.
The days blur as COVID types its initials on a new high score and doctors adjust the margins.
The days blur and when I finally walk out my door, the world will be less, not more.

Teri Ellen Cross Davis

Clouds Breakup After Snow On The Mountains   1 comment

Clouds Breakup After Snow On The Mountains — Image by kenne

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that
within me there lay an invincible summer.

— Albert Camus

Great Blue Heron In The Sonoran Desert   2 comments

A Great Blue Heron Atop a Neighbor’s House — Image by kenne

Flooded agricultural fields, riparian water ways, lakes and ponds throughout the Sonoran Desert are often visited by Great
Blue Herons. Large stature, long serpentine necks and crest feathers give this bird, especially in-flight, a prehistoric look.
The plumage is largely slatey gray-blue except for the head with is white with a wide, black stripes on the cap.
Just about any water or wetland dwelling animal that is small enough to swallow (and occasionally too large) will be
taken as prey. Like all herons, great blue’s use stealth with great striking speed to spear their prey below the water surface. 

Catalina Front Ridge   Leave a comment

Catalina Front Ridge In Tucson (January 27, 2021) — Image by kenne

Got a dusting of snow on the south ridge, with over 12 inches at the higher elevation.
Mt. Lemmon and other higher elevations are blocked in this view
from our patio in Tanuri Ridge.

— kenne

A Wintery Morning In Tucson   1 comment

Northwest View from the Patio (Catalina Foothills) — Image by kenne

The clouds opened up just log enough to get this photo this morning. 

 

Patio Panorama Northwest View

The view now is solid gray.

Patio Panorama Southern View (Look carefully and you will see large Snowflakes)

So far we have receive about an inch of rain here in Tucson with Mt Lemmon getting 12 inches of snow.
We need the moisture after 2020 being the driest year on record.

— kenne

January Sunrise, Tanuri Ridge   2 comments

January Sunrise, Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne

What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

A Winter Day In Tanuri Ridge   1 comment

A Winter Day In Tanuri Ridge — Black and White Image by kenne

“I prefer someone who burns the flag and then wraps themselves up in the Constitution
over someone who burns the Constitution and then wraps themselves up in the flag.”

― Molly Ivins

Nobody Gets To See The Wizard   Leave a comment

Study — Image by kenne

“Nobody Gets In To See The Wizard, Not Nobody Not No How!”

Stones   Leave a comment

Stones — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Stones

I bring them from the mountains,
from the sea, from the edge
of streams and look at them,
heft them, hold them hard
while they keep holding themselves
harder. Is it because
they haven’t had to change
their surfaces in our time
though, in theirs, they’ve suffered
the blunt demands of ice
and water and wind and god
knows fire, been cracked and frozen,
thawed, made molten again
and again have started over
grinding and being ground
from monument to boulder,
to rock, to river stone,
to gravel, to pebbles, to sand,
to slurries of grit, to dust?

— David Wagoner
(Source: Terrain.org)

A Desert Foggy Morning   2 comments

Desert Foggy Morning (January 14, 2015) Image by kenne

   It is light made song
of romantic illusions.
It is soft yet firm,
full of sky and gentle.
It is mist and rose
of eternal morning.

— From ‘Morning’ by Federico Garcia Lorca

Christmas For Two   10 comments

Christmas Eve 2020 Sunset (Tucson) — Images by kenne

Christmas for two

2010 was our first
Christmas in Tucson
we spent it together 
hiking nearby trails
swimming in the pool
enjoying our new desert life.

over the years, we traveled
each Christmas
spending time with family

now ten years out
the curse of COVID
has limited our travels
we are together again
on Christmas Eve watching
another beautiful sunset 

we miss not being
with family and friends
a price for the future

— kenne

“Spinning Song” — A Love Song

Poinsettia Leaves   2 comments

Poinsettia Leaves — Image by kenne

leaves of red and green

with candles and figurines 

decorate our home

— kenne

So the shortest day came . . .   3 comments

Solstice Sunset — Image by kenne

So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us—Listen!!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!

— Susan Cooper

Christmas Cactus Blossom   1 comment

Christmas Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne

almost like clockwork

the blossoms start appearing

each Christmas season

— kenne

Rainbow Photos   2 comments

Rainbow Images (December 10, 2020) by kenne

After several months to little to no rain,
we received about one-quarter inch with some beautiful rainbows. 
We are thankful!

— kenne

Rainbow Connection — Willie Nelson

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