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Dead at Daybreak   Leave a comment

Green Mountain Trail Deadwood II blog“Age Has Character” — Images by kenne

Dead at Daybreak

Night of four moons
and a single tree
with a single shadow
and a single bird.

On my flesh, I seek the
imprint of your lips.
The jet of spray kisses the wind
without even touching it.

I bear the “No” you handed me
in the palm, if my hand
like a wax lemon
nearly white.

Night of four moons
and a single tree.
On the point of a needle
stands my love — whirling round!

— Federico Garcia Lorca

A Lesson On Correcly Identifying Monarch, Queen and Viceroy Butterflies   Leave a comment

The Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN) have been preparing a new kit for Elementary School Program, which will be on pollinators. I was asked to provide some photos of pollinators. One of the photos first appeared on this blog in a grunge art piece I did in September of 2015, which I mistakenly identified as a viceroy.

Viceroy Butterfly on Buttonbush (1 of 1)-3 blog

One of the Pollinators kit developers is SCVN member Fred Heath, whom we consider our butterfly expert. Fred let me know that I had misidentified the butterfly —

“The orange and black butterfly is a Queen and not a Viceroy.
As you probably know, the Viceroy is a mimic of the Monarch and Queen.
In the east where there are more Monarchs than Queens,
the Viceroy is a brighter orange. Out west and in the south where there are more
Queens than Monarchs the Viceroy is more of a burnt orange like the Queen.
The one quick way to distinguish between the Queen and the Viceroy,
that that the Viceroy has a black median band,
which goes across the hindwing and the Queen doesn’t have that band.

This mistake is made a lot. There was a billboard that advertised Mexico and the Monarchs,
but the butterfly in the billboard is a Viceroy.
When I google Viceroy, the first picture they show is a Monarch.” 

Monarch, Viceroy, Queen image001Fred Heath Slide for One of His Butterfly Presentations

 

Like An Old Tree   2 comments

Sedona & Talking Stick ResortAuthentic Imperfection — Image by kenne

Like an old tree

standing

along the desert trail

we are not perfect —

growing

old together

recognizing

our imperfection

each step of the way

becoming

more perfect by

authenticating

our imperfection

staying

vulnerable together —

embracing

our essence.

— kenne

Tanuri Ridge Flowers — Photo Essay   2 comments

Tanuri Ridge Flowers In The Neighborhood — Image by kenne
(Click On An Image to View In A Slideshow Format.)

 

Greater Roadrunner Sitting On Nest   3 comments

Nesting Roadrunner blogGreater Roadrunner Sitting On Nest In A Cholla Cacti — Image by kenne

A capitalist society requires a culture based on images.
It needs to furnish vast amounts of entertainment in order to
stimulate buying and anesthetize the injuries of class, race, and sex.”

—  from “On Photography” by Susan Sontag

Pools Of Sorrow, Waves Of Joy   2 comments

This time of year Tanuri Ridge is brightened with yellow Palo Verde blossoms under beautiful spring skies. This posting first appeared April 2014 with the poem, “Our Neighborhood — Trying to Reason,” which includes the line “pools of sorrow waves of joy” from the Beatles song, “Across the Universe.”

Tanuri Ridge (1 of 1) blog framed“Waves of Joy” — Image by kenne
OUR NEIGHBORHOOD — TRYING TO REASON

We traverse these streets,
sometimes early in the morning,
sometimes late in the day,
sometimes walking,
sometimes running —
always for a reason.

We wave at passersby,
sometimes we greet them,
sometimes it’s just a smile
sometimes we stop and talk,
sometimes walking together,
always for a reason.

We have neighborly expectations,
sometimes it’s watering plants,
sometimes it’s calling the ill,
sometimes it’s being complimentary,
sometimes it’s being watchful,
always for a reason.

We can be a convivial people,
sometimes we go out together,
sometimes we party together,
sometimes we join clubs together,
sometimes we share community work,
always for a reason.

We can be adversaries,
sometimes our expectations are not real,
sometimes we overreact,
sometimes we take reactions personally,
sometimes power is polarized, frustration generalized,
always for a reason.

We can be Pleasantville,
sometimes we are without color,
sometimes we are in pools of sorrow,
sometimes we are in waves of joy,
sometimes drifting through my open mind,
always for a reason.

— kenne

Tanuri Ridge (1 of 1) blog framed B-W“Pools of Sorrow” — Image by kenne

Spring Break at Sabino Creek   Leave a comment

Spring Break at Sabino Creek-1566- blog IISpring Break at Sabino Creek — Image by kenne

Children enjoy their
Spring break at Sabino creek
I turn and go back.

— kenne

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