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Desert Sentinel Atop A Desert Giant   Leave a comment

Image by kenne

A desert sentinel atop a desert giant—
cactus wren and saguaro share the morning.
The artistic background softens the edges of the world,
leaving only the essentials: bird, cactus, sky, and w
onder.


	

Another Beautiful Sonoran Sunset   Leave a comment

Sonoran Sunset -- Image by kenne

The mountains darken, but above them
red, orange, and yellow gather
like old spirits around a fire,
warming the vast desert silence
one final time before night.


Sabino Morning   2 comments

Saguaro Sunrise In the Canyon -- Image by kenne

Sabino Canyon at sunrise, stripped to monochrome—
the saguaro becomes an old witness,
arms raised through a hundred dawns,
telling the mountains
that silence is enough.


Broad-billed Hummingbird at Nectar Feeder   2 comments

Broad-billed Hummingbird at Nector Feeder -- Image by kenne

The feeder swings lightly in morning air.
A hummingbird hovers,
tiny engine of wings and hunger,
pausing just long enough
to remind me that beauty
rarely waits for permission
to be noticed.

I’m 85   8 comments


I’m eighty-five—
though the number sits beside me
more than inside me.
Some mornings I rise feeling sixty,
still curious, still willing to wander.
At night I dream in the language of thirty,
doors still opening, roads still unnamed.
And sometimes—without apology—
seventeen returns, grinning.

Saguaro Morning In Colored Pencil   Leave a comment

Saguaro Morning In Colored Pencil Image by kenne

The mountains hold the background in cool blues and violets,
while the sunrise burns softly at their edges.
In the foreground, the saguaros stand rooted and calm,
their forms rendered in layered greens and ochres.
The whole image feels suspended
between night and day—
between observation
and memory.

Sonoran Spring Wildflowers   Leave a comment

Sonoran Spring Wildflowers — Image by kenne

Along the trail,
the desert wildflowers arrive quietly—
yellow, violet, white—
as if the desert, after months of restraint,
has decided to speak
in small bursts of color.

The Nurse Tree   2 comments

Dead Nurse Tree at Sunrise — Image by kenne

I can’t prove it—
But these young Saguaro cactus
stand there, steady in their twenties,
as if the dead nurse tree still lingers in them—
a memory of shade,
a shelter that did its work
and then let go.

Greater Earless Lizard In Sabino Canyon   1 comment

Greater Earless Lizard in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

No ears to catch the wind,
yet it listens—
through heat, through shadow,
through the tremble of ground beneath it.
Balanced on rock,
it belongs more completely
than anything that passes.

Eastern Collard Lizard   Leave a comment

Eastern Collard Lizard Sunning in the Morning Sun — Image by kenne

Wind threads canyon walls,
yet the lizard stays anchored—
sun writes on its back.

Curve-billed Thaster   1 comment

Curve-billed Thraster on an Ocotillo limb — Image by kenne

Amber eye watching,
it sings from thorns into light—
morning made audible.

Silver-spotted Skipper   1 comment

Silver-spotted Skipper, a Little Rough Around the Edges — Image by kenne

To look at this skipper
is to confront the aesthetic of use.

The roughness at the margins suggests a history
we cannot access directly, only infer.

Unlike the pristine specimen, which invites admiration,
this one demands interpretation.

It asks:
what does it mean for a living form
to bear the marks of its own survival?

Dragonfly In Black and White   Leave a comment

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

Hiking Into The Morning Sun   3 comments

Hiking into the Morning Sun — Image by kenne

The desert does not hurry us.
Even the sun takes its time
climbing the ridge,
spilling light into every hollow.
We hike, and something in us
loosens—
as if the day is not something to conquer,
but something to meet
with open arms.

Red-tailed Hawk Over Tucson Skies   4 comments

Red-tailed Hawk Over Tucson Skies — Image by kenne

Morning lifts on quiet thermals,
and there you are—
a single intention
written against the light.
Not striving, not hurried—
just the slow agreement
between feather and wind.
If I could learn anything today,
let it be this:
how to trust what carries me.