Raven in Flight — Image by kenne
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My Love Walks In Beauty Leave a comment
Photo-artistry by kenne
She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
— Lord Byron
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A Valentine’s Boutique For My Love 4 comments
A Valentine’s Boutique For My Love — Photo-artistry by kenne
Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.
— Vincent van Gogh
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Costa’s Hummingbird — Another View Leave a comment
Costa’s Hummingbird — Another View — Image by kenne
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Sabino Canyon Morning 1 comment
Sabino Canyon Morning — Image by kenne
“What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.”
— Edward Abbey
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Male Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon Leave a comment
Male Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Far fowls have fair feathers.
— A Proverb
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New Mexico Groundsel in Madera Canyon — Image by kenne
Madera Canyon
A popular place to hike
South of the valley.
— kenne
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Morning In The Canyon 1 comment
Morning In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Silhouettes abound
Outlining the saguaros
In the morning sun.
— kenne
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Tanuri Ridge Sunset Leave a comment
Tanuri Ridge Sunset — Image by kenne
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Northern Cardinal 2 comments
Male Northern Cardinal In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Red Bird
Red bird came all winter
Firing up the landscape
As nothing else could.
Of course I love the sparrows,
Those dun-colored darlings,
So hungry and so many.
I am a God-fearing feeder of birds,
I know he has many children,
Not all of them bold in spirit.
Still, for whatever reason-
Perhaps because the winter is so long
And the sky so black-blue,
Or perhaps because the heart narrows
As often as it opens-
I am grateful
That red bird comes all winter
Firing up the landscape
As nothing else can do.
— Mary Oliver
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Lasting Scars On The Sky Above And The Earth Below 4 comments
Mining Scars In The Valley Below Madera Canyon — image by kenne
We Scar The Things We Love
There is always something worth trekking
in the Sonoran Desert.
Sometimes, the treks start early in the morning,
driving across the Tucson basin over
occasional low water crossings and cattle guards
on narrow roads, stopping for big yellow buses.
A canyon road leads out of Green Valley,
a quiet, peaceful community
along the banks of the Santa Cruz River
covered with oaks and walnut trees
and a rich history with the Tumacacori Mission
to the south and San Xavier del Bac to the north.
Crossing one-lane bridges through a grassland bajada,
the road climbs toward Madera Canyon
nestled between Mt. Wrightson and Mt. Hopkins
on the eastern slope of the Santa Rita Mountains,
forming one of the Sonoran desert’s Sky Islands,
an oasis above this bowl-shaped canyon.
Although some are called “Friends of Madera Canyon”
all visitors, be they hikers, birders, walkers,
or just those relaxing at one of the beautiful vistas
share a love of nature and being outdoors,
forming a friendship that helps bond
memoirs of a shared love.
“All the while, jumbled memories flirt out on their own,”
intruding on nature’s beautiful vistas
where a river once ran through, now shadowed
by a high wall of tailings surrounding a pond,
altering nature’s beautiful vistas above the canyon,
producing lasting scars on the sky above and the earth below.
— kenne
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Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly 2 comments
Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly — Image by kenne
Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases,
and it pleases wherever it goes.
— Author Unknown
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Painted Lady On Sneezeweed Blossom 1 comment
Painted Lady (August 2017) — Image by kenne
Sneezeweed so yellow
on mountains so blue.
Two cups, beginning
a blossom so yellow.
Pouring forth nectar
each a revengeful burst.
A painted lady lighting,
wine tasting of Chardonnay,
winging under the influence.
Leaving each flower behind,
next comes Tinker Bell,
next for the old gray Eeyore.
— kenne
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Looking Back To The Past 2 comments
Photo-artistry by kenne (June 2017)
Yesterday’s the past,
tomorrow’s the future,
but today is a gift.
That’s why it’s called the present.
— Bil Keane
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Hummingbird Near The Patio Leave a comment
Broad-billed Hummingbird — Image by kenne
“In the fluttering dance of the hummingbird,
I remember to embrace the fleeting moments
and savor the sweetness of life.”
— Anonymous
