Archive for the ‘Bee’ Tag

Bee On Monument Plant Blossom   2 comments

Bee On Monument Plant Blossom — Image by kenne

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it 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 its jamb
 
— from Today by Billy Collins

My Nature Photos — A Poem   Leave a comment

Bee On New Mexico Fleabane — Image by kenne

my nature photos
masking layers of art filters
creating my art

digital painting
colors become transparent
blending together

i have become a
digital photo artist
uniting my hands

whatever my tools
technology empowers
the will and desire

i seek to be good
i seek to communicate
not to be perfect

i seek the duende
to find my kindred feelings
in all that i do

— kenne

Nature Doing Its Thing   3 comments

Nature Doing Its Thing — Bee On Prickly Pear Cactus Image by kenne

 

Bee On Fairy Duster Wildflower   Leave a comment

Bee On Fairy Duster Wildflower (July 16, 2021) — Image by kenne

The draft of this posting was done in late July before we went on our August road trip.
However, many photos later, just today, I noticed this unpublished draft —
Better late than never.

— kenne

 

Bee On Goldeneye   Leave a comment

Bee On Goldeneye (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne

bee on goldeneye

her presence increases life

my soul stands composed

— kenne

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

Bee On Fairy Duster   Leave a comment

Esperero Trail Wildflowers Spring 2013Bee On Fairy Duster — Image by kenne

 

Bee On Desert Chicory Wildflower   2 comments

Desert Chicory-6391 art-72Bee On A Desert Chicory Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Fiddleneck and Bee   2 comments

Esperero Trail Wildflowers Spring 2013Fiddleneck and Bee — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Fiddleneck and bee
Background shadows with color
Spring is everywhere.

— kenne

Bee On Lyreleaf Jewelflower   Leave a comment

Bee On Lyreleaf Jewelflower-Edit-3-72Bee 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

Bee On A Desert Cotton Blossom   Leave a comment

Bee in Desert Cotton Blossom-Edit-blog-2Bee On A Desert Cotton Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne

White flower beauty
An autumn desert blossom 
Edges pink with age.

— kenne

Bee On Sneezeweed Wildflower   1 comment

Bee On Sneezeweed-Edit-2-art-blogBee On Western Sneezeweed Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Bee On Mexican Bird of Paradise — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Mexican Bird of Paradise-7772-Edit art-II blogBee On Mexican Bird of Paradise — Photo-Artistry

When each moment becomes, an expectation life is deprived of fulfillment.

— Alan W. Watts

 

Bee On A Thistle   Leave a comment

Mt Bigelow 07-15-13Bee On A Thistle — Image by kenne

Bee on a thistle
Digging for nature’s juices
Growing and changing.

— kenne

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!   Leave a comment

Miller Creek TrailBee 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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