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San Bernardino Valley Panorama   2 comments

San Bernardino Valley Panorama Created from Four Images (July 11, 2009) — Panorama Image by kenne

“Sometimes a useful delusion is better than a useless truth.”

― from The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly   Leave a comment

Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly — Image by kenne

The Pipevine Swallowtail (Battus philenor) is one of my favorite butterflies common in the Tucson area.  It is a
large butterfly with a wingspan of about 3.5 inches. This butterfly ranges throughout the U.S. and Central America.

Throwback Thursday — Dick and Carol   Leave a comment

Dick and Carol Crow, Best Buddies In the 50s and 60s (October 1965) — 
My brother, Tom sitting on the couch talking to our mother, not in the picture.

Looking back on life,

do I have any regrets?

“A little late for that,

don’t you think?”

— kenne

Lunch On A Limb   Leave a comment

“Lunch On A Limb” Cooper’s Hawk Eating a Catch In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

A life ended so another can survive.

— kenne

 

Agave Plant   Leave a comment

Agave Plant — Image by kenne

“Nearly all agaves, along with most bromeliads such as pineapple, are somewhat peculiar in their flowering habit.
They grow vegetatively for many years (though not the hundred years that gave rise to the common name of
century plant) without producing a single flower, and then when they get the urge to reproduce, they send
forth an enormous stalk with hundreds and hundreds of them. These plants that flower and set seed only once
in their lives are called monocarpic.”
— Source: Succulent Gardens

Thistles In Molino Basin   Leave a comment

Thistles in Molino Basin — Image by kenne

Fencepost   1 comment

Fencepost — Image by kenne

Fencepost

I’ve been told
that I’m built like a fencepost
Kind of wiry
A few knobs here and there
A knot or two for character
I make a pretty good fence
Good at keeping things inside
Not letting things out
But now my shadow seems leaner
Not quite as tall in the morning sun
The soil around my feet eroding
Drying out isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
Staying straight ain’t easy
The herd is getting restless
And the barbed wire on my back
is tearing me up inside.

A Grassy Meadow Known As Thimble Flat   Leave a comment

A Grassy Meadow Known as Thimble Flat  (Thimble Peak On the Left) — Image by kenne

Thimble Flat

We gathered early one November morning,

now we were going to turn words into action 

by hiking six miles to climb Thimble Peak.

Starting at the Gordon Hirabayashi Campground, 

we hiked the Sycamore Canyon trail to the

Bear Canyon trail, then leaving the trail at a flat

grassy meadow called Thimble Flat to traverse

around a deep gulley, making our way through rocks

and brush to the base of Thimble Peak, where we paused

to determine the best way to climb this pinnacle on a

mountain ridge, overlooking Tucson known as Thimble Peak.

— kenne

Canyon Hymn   1 comment

Canyons Near Moab, Utah — Image by kenne

A Canyon Hymn 

My place of worship has sandstone walls
Arches are altars and ledges become pews.
There are rafters of gnarled cottonwood limbs
Hidden alcove gardens are my inner sanctum.
Gods send messages down the aisles
In raging flash floods and down-canyon breezes.
After-storm rainbows are my stained glass
And potholes are the tadpole’s baptismal fonts.
Scriptures are revealed in images pecked and painted
On rock surface patina and sheltered cliff faces
While holy water seeps clear or flows blood red.
My collection plate is passed around by the BLM
And I stuff it with permit fees
At the end of each guiding season.

— Vaughn Hadenfeldt

 

Mesa Arch In Canyonlands   Leave a comment

Mesa Arch In Canyonlands — Image by kenne

“Canyonlands has more than 80 natural arches but arch hunters often bypass this park in favor of its neighbor, Arches National Park.
Canyonlands’ most famous arch is Mesa Arch in Willow Flat in the Island in the Sky District. It’s a favorite place
to watch the sunrise and photograph the night skies.”
Source — myutahparks.com

Arches National Park   Leave a comment

Arches National Park — Image by kenne

Arches National Park lies north of Moab in the state of Utah. Bordered by the Colorado River in the southeast, it’s
known as the site of more than 2,000 natural sandstone arches, such as the massive, red-hued Delicate Arch in the
east. Long, thin Landscape Arch stands in Devils Garden to the north. Other geological formations include Balanced
Rock, towering over the desert landscape in the middle of the park.― Google

 

Kids Love Rocks   1 comment

Kids Love Rocks — Image by kenne

Touching each rock

with a magnet, she

learns which is magnetite.

— kenne

Missing Spring Festivals   1 comment

Missing Spring Festivals — Image by kenne

I have said the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
And nothing, not God, is greater to one that one’s self is,
And I say to any man or women,
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

— Walt Whitman

Osprey, My Can Of Bird   1 comment

Osprey — Image by kenne

“One day I’m going to write a book about osprey .
It has really gotten deep into my bloodstream.
So when you ask what else I do,
I feel like this is part of what I do …
is to watch these birds.”

Alan Lightman

Finding The Way   Leave a comment

Finding the Way Through Doubtful Pass– Image by kenne

“Unfortunately I am afraid, as always, of going on. For to go on means going from here, means finding me,
losing me, vanishing and beginning again, a stranger first, then little by little the same as always, in another place,
where I shall say I have always been, of which I shall know nothing, being incapable of seeing,
moving, thinking, speaking,
but of which little by little, in spite of these handicaps, I shall begin to know something,
just enough for it to
turn out to be the same place as always, the same which seems made for me and does not want
me,
which I seem to want and do not want, take your choice, which spews me out or swallows me up, I’ll never know,
which is perhaps merely the inside of my distant skull where once I wandered, now am fixed, lost for tininess, or
straining against the walls, with my head, my hands, my feet, my back, and ever murmuring my old stories,
my old
story, as if it were the first time.”

― from The Unnamable by Samuel Beckett

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