Bottle-brush Bloom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
— Lao Tzu
Bottle-brush Bloom 1 comment
Pic of the Day – 4/17/20 1 comment
I like this photo, but if it is ancient, then I’m ancient. — kenne
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Self-Portrait as Smudge 1 comment
This poem does something for me, hope it does the same for you. — kenne
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Ecocide Arizona Style — The Cow That Ate The West Leave a comment
Drought “is the death of the earth,” wrote the poet T. S. Eliot.
An article in this morning’s Arizona Daily Star stated,” A two-decade-long dry spell that has parched much of the western United States is turning into one of the deepest megadroughts in the region in more than 1,200 years, a new study found.” Arizona continues to have water crisis, especially in rural areas, that is being lost in this age of COVID-19. Former Arizona Governor Bruce Babbitt has been speaking at community water meetings in rural areas.
“The way things stand now, former County Supervisor Richard Searle said, “we’re mining our water.” Searle farms pistachios on 20 acres in Cochise, where over the past two decades the groundwater level has declined about 50 feet. If the water keeps dropping, he said, the problem might eventually “solve itself” because it would become increasingly expensive to drill deeper and some growers would likely quit farming. But if that happens, Searle added, “it’s going to kill our ag economy.”
Today I’m reblogging a post from 2012, “Ecocide Arizona Style – The Cow That Ate The West.” Pistachio farmers and land developers have now replaced cattle. — kenne
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Sagebrush Checkerspot 1 comment
Sagebrush Checkerspot — Image by kenne
“Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.”
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The Rings Of Life 3 comments
“The Rings of Life” — Image by kenne
Tree Rings
They are silent scars,
tree rings,
simple markers of time
that ignores
the story between the lines,
the seasons of starvation,
the winters that lingered,
the days of summer, of wine and dance,
the wild mistakes
and the wilder joys,
the droughts and soft nights of love,
all of them lost in the lines,
each so similar to the next,
markers of age, so easily seen by others,
who cannot know your story in all it’s richness
unless you have the courage
to leave the lines behind,
tell your own tale
like the bards of old,
creating a truth more true than honesty,
more true than markers or memories,
or the lies of time.
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The Feet Have It! 1 comment
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Blue Bottles . . . The Winds Of Time Trapped In Glass Leave a comment
Puerto Peñasco Sonora is Arizona’s beach. In this time of COVID-19, very little traffic is headed south through Lukeville, Arizona. This post is from April, 2013. — kenne
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Know When To Fold’em 2 comments
“Know When To Fold’em” — Source: Pinterest
“You’ve got to know when to hold ’em
Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done”
— Kenny Rogers
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last light & euphoria… Leave a comment
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Poem: Not Made to Measure 1 comment
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In the Shadows of Yesterday’s Dreams Leave a comment
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Free As Birds 1 comment
Lesser Goldfinch In The Canyon — Image by kenne
We are free as birds, lockdown in our cages.
— kenne
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It Takes Management To Enjoy Life 4 comments
Sea Gull — Image by kenne
“It takes management to enjoy life. I enjoy it twice as much as others, for the measure of
enjoyment depends on the greater or lesser attention that we lend it. Especially at this
moment, when I perceive that mine is so brief in time, I try to increase it in weight; I try
to arrest the speed of its flight by the speed with which I grasp it and to compensate for
the haste of its ebb by my vigor in using it. The shorter my possession of life, the deeper
and fuller I must make it.”
— Michel de Montaigne
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Is It Safe To Come Out? 5 comments
Round-tail Ground Squirrel — Image by kenne
