Bee On Goldeneye (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
bee on goldeneye
her presence increases life
my soul stands composed
— kenne
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Bee On Whitestem Blazingstar Wildflower Leave a comment
Bee On Whitestem Blazingstar Wildflower (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne
These first days of summer are like the pail
of blueberries that we poured out together
into the iron sink in the basement —
a brightness unleashed and spilling over
with tiny bell-shaped flowers, the windows
opened and the shrubs overwhelming the house
like the memory of a forgotten country, Nature,
with its wandering migrations and changing borders,
its thickets, woodlands, bee-humming meadows . . .
— from Summer Surprised Us by Edward Hirsch
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Bee On Fairy Duster Leave a comment
Bee On Fairy Duster — Image by kenne
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Bee On Desert Chicory Wildflower 2 comments
Bee On A Desert Chicory Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Fiddleneck and Bee 2 comments
Fiddleneck and Bee — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Fiddleneck and bee
Background shadows with color
Spring is everywhere.
— kenne
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Bee On Lyreleaf Jewelflower Leave a comment
Bee On Lyreleaf Jewelflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Only the bee understand spring,
One of millions and millions
Flying from blossom to blossom,
Bringing home food for the hive
While pollinating the future.
— kenne
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Bee On A Desert Cotton Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
White flower beauty
An autumn desert blossom
Edges pink with age.
— kenne
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Bee On Sneezeweed Wildflower 1 comment
Bee On Western Sneezeweed Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Bee On Mexican Bird of Paradise — Photo-Artistry 1 comment
Bee On Mexican Bird of Paradise — Photo-Artistry
When each moment becomes, an expectation life is deprived of fulfillment.
— Alan W. Watts
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Bee On A Thistle — Image by kenne
Bee on a thistle
Digging for nature’s juices
Growing and changing.
— kenne
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Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! Leave a comment
Bee Approaching Blue Dicks Blossoms — Digital Art by kenne
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
— from “Song of a Man Who Has Come Through” by D. H. Lawrence
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Today — Bee On Desert Marigold 4 comments
Bee On Desert Marigold — Image by kenne
Today
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that in made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from the jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden sprouting tulips
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
— Billy Collins
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Garden Flower In Puerto Peñasco 2 comments
Garden Flower In Puerto Peñasco, Sonora (February 13, 2018) — Image by kenne
“When bright flowers bloom
Parchment crumbles, my words fade
The pen has dropped …”
— Morpheus
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Pollinator — Image by kenne
Bee pollinator
On a sacred datura
Pollin extractor
— kenne
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Bee On Desert Chicory Wildflower — Computer Art Leave a comment
Bee On Desert Chicory Wildflower — Computer Art by kenne
“If public lands come under greater pressure to be opened for exploitation and use in the twenty-first century, it will be the local people, the watershed people, who will prove to be the last and possibly most effective line of defense.” — Gary Snyder
