Rock Hibiscus on Hope Camp Trail — Image by kenne
A Rock Hibiscus
Almost abandoned by spring
Lonely on the trail.
— kenne
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Rock Hibiscus On Hope Camp Trail 2 comments
I Look Beyond Flowers 1 comment
Desert Rosemallow — Image by kenne
As I looked beyond
the flowers in the canyon
curvature of the
desert basin begins,
rolling across dried river beds
to the west where
the sun sets each day
beyond the Tucson Mountains
starting a new day
somewhere in the east.
— kenne
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Gymnosperma glutinosum (Gumhead) Leave a comment
Gymnosperma glutinosum (Gumhead), Tanque Verde Wash) — Image by kenne
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Apache Plume Blossom On The Green Mountain Trail 1 comment
Apache Plume Blossom On The Green Mountain Trail — Image by kenne
It’s been a very dry autumn in the Santa Catalina Mountains, and there are not a lot of wildflowers still in bloom, so I was pleased to see some Apache plume blooming near the Green Mountain trailhead October 20th.
— kenne
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Wildflower Art — Lighting Up Each Day Leave a comment
Wildflower Art — Image by kenne
Hardship In Houston
Brighten by a wildflower
Lighting up each day.
— kenne
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A Cold Mountain Poem Leave a comment
Desert Chicory on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
One of my favorite books of poetry is Riprap and the Cold Mountain Poems, by Gary Snyder.
The book includes Snyder’s translations of Han-shan’s Cold Mountain Poems. Han-shan was both a man and a mountain, a mountain madman in an old line of ragged hermits. He lived at a place called Cold Mountain, a poor poet having a crazy character. He wrote poems that were rough and fresh, and when he wrote about Cold Mountain, he means himself, his home, his state of mind.
— kenne
Gary Snyder reading “I settled at Cold Mountain long ago . . .”
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Open Seedpod Art 1 comment
Open Seedpod, Dried Fruit of the Pelotazo Wildflower — Computer Art by kenne
Not a flower
but the fruit
of a flower.
It’s beauty
may cause
one to think
it must be
a flower,
but beauty
is not only
of the young,
as the great
philosophers know,
beauty can be found
throughout life.
“. . . now I know
the things I know
and do
the things
I do,
and if you
do not like me so,
to hell, my love,
with you.” *
— kenne
*(Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker)
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A Morning Delight Above The Sabino Dam 1 comment
Hooker’s Evening Primrose (December 12, 2016) — Image by kenne
It has been warmer than average for this time of year.
Except for a few small pools of water, Sabino Creek is dry.
Yet, above the Sabino Dam, a bee and I found this lone
Hooker’s Evening Primrose — a very pleasant surprise.
— kenne
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Computer Painting and Taleb’s “No-Nos” Leave a comment
Fulfilling the Mission 4 comments
“Fulfilling the Mission” — Computer Art by kenne
“Conservationists who want to cosset nature like a delicate flower,
to protect it from the threat of alien species, are the ethnic cleansers of nature,
neutralizing the forces that they should be promoting.”
— Fred Pearce, The New Wild: Why Invasive Species Will Be Nature’s Salvation
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Addicted 2 comments
Columbine Wildflower on Mt. Lemmon (July 8, 2016) — Image by kenne
“I’m addicted to the entire planet.
I don’t want to leave it.
I want to get down into it.
I want to say hello.
On the beach, I could have stopped all day long
and looked at those damned shells,
looked for all the messages
that come not in bottles but in shells…”
— John McPhee
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Mt. Lemmon Columbine 6 comments
Columbine Wild Flower On Mt. Lemmon — Computer Art by kenne
Flowers are to love
Look closely and you will smile —
Positive power.
— kenne
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Crying Purple Tears 2 comments
“Clear for Landing” — Image by kenne
Lured by her color,
the bee prepares for landing
crying purple tears.
— kenne
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Mariposa Lily, Spring 2016 Leave a comment
Mariposa Lily — Image by kenne
Bloom bloom, in desert lily
Thirst, sand, mirages silly,
White petals, fairy’s wings
Hope and love, thy petulant twigs!
— Sadiqullah Khan
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Capturing The Moment — Lindley’s Silverpuff Leave a comment
Microseris lindleyi – Lindley’s Silverpuff — Image by kenne
I’m a beautiful
yellow wildflower,
short lived
before becoming a
shiny silvery white,
spherical seed head —
waiting to be
blown away.
— kenne
THE NO-NOS
Muscles without strength,
friendship without trust,
opinion without risk,
change without aesthetics,
age without values,
food without nourishment,
power without fairness,
facts without rigor,
degrees without erudition,
militarism without fortitude,
progress without civilization,
complication without depth,
fluency without content,
and, most of all, religion without tolerance.
— Nassim Nicholas Taleb
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