Evening Solitude — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Only that which does not teach,
Which does not cry out,
Which does not persuade,
Which does not condescend,
Which does not explain,
Is irresistible.
— W. B. Yeats
Evening Solitude Leave a comment
2019.10.20: kingdom come Leave a comment
the cry of the poor
reaches the ears of heaven
when will we respond?
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Sonoran Desert Tortoise Leave a comment
Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.
— James Bryant Conant
Sonoran Desert Tortoise (Sabino Canyon) — Image by kenne
The Sonoran Desert Tortoise is a large terrestrial turtle with a rough, keelless carapace that is gray to orange-brown, the plastron is not hinged, the hind limbs are elephantine, the front feet are shovel-like, and a prominent median projection extends forward from the front of the plastron (gular shield). For more than three decades, the Sonoran Desert Tortoise has been the subject of considerable conservation planning and action, much of which was adapted from conservation of the Mojave Desert Tortoise (Gopherus agassizii), a species listed as threatened under the federal Endangered Species Act.
In 2010, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service determined that the Sonoran Desert Tortoise warranted listing as a threatened or endangered species. Since that time it has been a candidate for listing under the Endangered Species Act. (Source: Tucson Herpetological Society)
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Seeking Your Place As The Truth Leave a comment
A Reblog from six years ago. — kenne
“Psychedelic Outlaw” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“In the Land of the Moneygrubbers,
the curtain rises on a single speaker,
out of nowhere, accompanied
by the Abso-Lute.”
On your journey down to New Mexico
you probably passed through the Raton,
moving from the Great Plains
of Hidatsa, Mandan and Shoshone in your old car,
wearing that round, wide-brim, black leather hat
you sometimes wore with aviator sunglasses
before Stevie Ray Vaughn ever wore them, or was even born,
on your way from Black Mountain to the Gran Apacheria
like a sacred white buffalo covered in a cloak of invisibility,
a buckskin Ghost Danced shirt from a Lakota or Cheyenne shaman
painted with the story of your life.
Slinger, I know your aim
was always true, your truth always aimed.
Like the Poet, your Eye and Poetic I,
you know the only good fascist is a dead fascist,
like the evil Q…
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The Path To His Mountain Place 1 comment
The Path to His Mountain Place — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The path to Han-shan’s place is laughable,
A path, but no sign of cart or horse.
Converging gorges — hard to trace the twists
Jumbled cliffs — unbelievably rugged.
A thousand grasses bend with dew,
A hill of pines hums in the wind.
And now I’ve lost the shortcut home,
Body asking shadow, how do you keep up?
— Gary Snyder
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A Fallen Barrel Cactus 2 comments
Barrel Cactus In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Laying on its side
Overcome by its own weight
Blooms for the future.
— kenne
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How lovely the silence of growing things 🌱 1 comment
” You can and do change with every new experience. You are growing
and learning every moment of every day.”
~ Iyanla Vanzant
Text & image credit: Nabs Sterris/Iyanla Vanzant https://www.facebook.com/DrIyanlaVanzant/
