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Barn Owl Grunge Art And Words To The Wise   Leave a comment

Barn Owl-0995 art blogBarn Owl — Grunge Art by kenne

Somebody should tell us,
right at the start of our lives,
that we are dying.
Then we might live life to the limit,
every minute of every day.
Do it! I say.

Whatever you want to do,
do it now!

There are only so many tomorrows.

— Pope Paul VI

My Horns Are Feathers   Leave a comment

Great Horn Owl-1013 art blogGreat Horned Owl — Image by kenne

My horns are feathers
and not ears as some may think,
they are in my head.

— kenne

Night Owl   Leave a comment

Great Horn Owl-1020 grunge Art blog“Night Owl” (Great Horned Owl) — Grunge Art by kenne

On the winding path
I continued to follow
An owl sat perched
Old tree remain hollow

Its eyes were wide
Piercing through me
Claws dug in
To the barren tree

Hoot hoot hoot
A steady beat
Inviting me
To take a seat . . .

—  from The Owl by Victoria Ruth

Barn Owl   Leave a comment

Barn Owl-0996 Art blogBarn Owl (Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum) — Grunge Art by kenne

“Two Lizards”   Leave a comment

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Lizard-1031 blog“Two Lizards” (Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum) — Images by kenne

Katelyn Spends The 4th Of July Holiday In Tucson   4 comments

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Images by kenne (Click on any of the tiled imaged to see larger view in a slideshow format.)

Granddaughter Katelyn and son Kenne David left this morning, returning to Houston after four-plus days here in Tucson. This was their second visit after three years. We made an effort to do as much as possible in the desert summer and the beginning of the monsoon season, which began while they were here.

Photos of Katelyn and poetry about her have been part of several posting over the last ten years — she will be eleven this September. Here’s one of the poems:

The Eyes Tell You

Little girls have a mysterious power,
But not all can feel it – when she does,
You can see it in her eyes.

As she matures, she is driven
To climb the tower of perfection,
Always resisting her own indifference.

Her enigmatic power is needed
To stir the artist inside,
To triumph over the unenlightened.

In her own way, she will find something new,
Something never before encountered
Placing art in a world void of feeling.

Inventive, she will act,
Sometimes seeking out failure
In order to turn it into a triumph.

Once her power is transformed
By the magical virtue of art,
Loving and understanding becomes simpler.

# # # # #

Now that they return home, I ponder —

Children and grandchildren

are the beautiful mysteries

that drive our emotions 

stirring each moment we share,

not knowing if the same emotions

transcend each communication in the moment,

ending in emotional question marks.

kenne

Appalachian Mountain Club Hike Mt Wrightson In Madera Canyon   Leave a comment

Appalachian Mountain Club Hike Mt Wrightson In Madera Canyon — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images to see larger view in slideshow format.)

This hike by the Appalachian Mountain Club (AMC) was their last in the Tucson area. We are pleased to have been able to hike with them and share our (SCVN) knowledge and experience of hiking the trails of southern Arizona.

This is the last in a series of postings on the AMC visit to the Sonoran Desert, so let’s remember for a moment . . .

Let’s remember for a moment,
the trail head gatherings,
the greetings, the smiles,
the joy of another hike.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the steep climbs, the switchbacks,
the majestic views at the top,
the masterful returns.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the trail fellowship,
sharing who we are
and common interests.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the pools near mountain trails,
resting tired feet in the cold water,
watching others jump in.

Let’s remember the moment,
the hike alone ridges of granite
and the juxtapositions of water-loving
and drought-tolerating plants.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the rich biodiversity of the Sonoran Desert
which the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
illustrates through its ecological theater.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the images captured by
our mind’s eye,
lasting images to share.

Let’s remember for a moment,
that which we have added
to life’s experiences forming
a better understanding of self.

Let’s remember for a moment,
the desire, the drive to see 
what lies just over the next ridge,
on the other side of the mountain.

Let’s remember for a moment,
lots of mountains, few streams —
all dry this time of year, and my
turning back at the base of Old Baldy.

Let’s remember for a moment,
my friends from New England,
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.” *

— kenne

* Edward Abbey

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