Archive for the ‘Wildflowers’ Category
Birdbill Dayflowers On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
There is always this temptation
to keep walking,
to believe forward motion
is the same as purpose.
But the Birdbill dayflower
interrupts me—
a blue so exact it feels deliberate.
I kneel.
The mountain does not applaud.
It allows me this moment
of belonging,
as if I have earned nothing
and been given everything.
— kenne
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Lupine Art — Painting by kenne
I think of how often beauty hides in plain sight—
the slender stem, the trembling petals,
the way blue cradles purple
like a blessing.
In this painting,
spring is not a season
but a small awakening of the heart.
— kenne
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Arizona Beggarticks Wildflowers — Image by kenne
In the Sonoran Desert
images wait at every turn—
cactus spines, bird wings,
shadows shifting on stone.
And there, unassuming,
Arizona beggarticks bloom,
small suns at ankle height,
flaring yellow against the sand.
Later, their seeds cling tight,
hitchhikers on pant leg and paw,
a quiet insistence
that the desert travels with you,
wherever you go.
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Wildflowers on Butterfly Tail — Image by kenne
Sun warms the ridgeline—
cradling the light like hope
beneath the pine’s shadow.
Each step stirs petals—
a hush of blooming wonder
where silence once stood.
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Purple Showers (Ruellia humilis) — Image by kenne
“here’s the thing about wildflowers
they take root wherever they are
grow strong through the wind, rain, pain,
sunshine, blue skies and starless nights
they dance, even when it seems there
is nothing worth dancing for they bloom
with or without you”
— Alisha Christensen,
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Spring Wildflowers — Image by kenne
Wildflower
I found you in the desert
And in the murky gulch
Through the trees
And in between
The mountains’ ivory clutch
Wildflower
I’ve put you in my home
And my faucet is the draught
With which you drink
Like river stream
And early morning trout
Wildflower
I have made a mistake
You grow on hills
Where we don’t stay
But in my house
What saves now kills
Wildflower
I let you go
— Casey
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Bearded Penstemon On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
I believe things cannot make themselves impossible.
— Stephen Hawking
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Wildflowers (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
The essence of all good photography is gratitude.
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Purple Owl’s-Clover, Desert Poppies, and Western Honeybee On Sutherland Trail — Image by kenne
“I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only knows
where the rarest wildflowers
are blooming, and who goes,
and finds that he is smiling
not by his own will.”
— Wendell Berry
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Upright Prairie Coneflower — Image by kenne
A Love Poem
There are so many kinds
of silence. There is the quiet of companionship, on a line
at a movie. The quiet of two bodies winded
in a bed. There is the uncomfortable
silence that comes , suddenly, to end
a playfulness, a silence to funble in,
a silence to walk through
that need no completing.
There are the silences like rain
that slow the day, the quiet story
of a man who has died while dreaming.
These are the laws of silence.
That it is pliant and thus cannot
Be broken. That it is company
to every voice.
— Randall Watson
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Toothleaf Goldeneye — Image by kenne
Mountain wildflowers
Soothe the human condition
During heavy times.
— kenne
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Bearded Penstenon Wildflower — Image by kenne
Funnel-shaped flowers
Once open, a brilliant red
A real firecracker.
— kenne
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Desert Rosemallow (Santa Catalina Mountains)– Image by kenne
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Common Sneezeweed in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
A sign of spring in the upper elevations of the Santa Catalina Mountains.
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Spring In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
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