Hiking Boots — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The mountain seems no more a soulless thing,
But rather as a shape of ancient fear,
In darkness and the winds of Chaos born
Amid the lordless heavens’ thundering–
A Presence crouched, enormous and austere,
Before whose feet the mighty waters mourn.
— from Night On the Mountain By George Sterling
Orange Sulphur Butterfly — Photo-Artistry
September Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I wanted a good place in the foothills
To have a drink as the sun goes down.
Light breezes move silver-green olive leaves —
I watch swirling clouds circle the sun.
How did I make it here?
My heart just pushed me here.
If your heart was like mine
You’d put down the book and be here.
— kenne
Hikers — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Sabino Canyon as Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Come with me to Blackett’s Ridge
To hike a rocky switch-back trail.
A deep gorge designates the end
Overlooking converging canyons.
White clouds hang from a blue sky.
Now we wait for the sun to go down
When we will return to the trailhead
Under the light of the harvest moon.
— kenne
Queen Butterfly Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Paul Ehrlich
Giant Swallowtail Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Paul Theroux
