Archive for the ‘Blackett’s Ridge’ Tag
A Mouth Harp Sunset Song On Blackett’s Ridge — Image by kenne
Mouth Harp Song for the Sunset
Bend me a note,
low in the canyon wind—
sun’s going down,
day’s at its end.
Fire on the ridge,
stone cut against the sky,
harp keeps singing,
light says goodbye.
Oh, the shadows fall,
long and wide—
carry that tune
to the other side.
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End Of The Trail On Blackett’s Ridge (11/04/11) — Image by kenne
Hiking Blackett’s Ridge
Steep inclines with little shade
Six miles up and back.
— kenne
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Blackett’s Ridge Trail — Image by kenne
A trail once traversed
Ends with a beautiful view
Of canyon below.
— kenne
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The End of Blackett’s Ridge Trail — Image by kenne
We come to the end
Of the trail on Blackett’s Ridge
Now, we start back down.
— kenne
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Phil Bentley Playing the Harmonica at Sunset on Blackett’s Ridge — Image by kenne
We always have a tendency to see those things
that do not exist
and to be blind to the great lessons
that are right there before our eyes.
— Paulo Coelho
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Upper Sabino Canyon in the Santa Catalina Mountains, as Seen from Blackett’s Ridge — Image by kenne
For ten years, I have hiked many trails
In these Santa Catalina Mountains.
Stopping from time to time to watch things
As nature goes about its many changes.
White clouds gather above canyons and peaks.
The blue sky makes a good quilt as
The Sabino Canyon trail goes on and on.
— kenne
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Hiking Blackett’s Ridge — Image by kenne
We were hiking on Blackett’s Ridge
When the view called me over
For a moment of meditation —
The existence of a beautiful view
Is to take time to stop.
— kenne
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Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I am a lone raven high
above the canyon wall
circling up, then down
as hikers make their way
on the old mule trail up
to a series of switch-backs
opening into a meadow
where many options prevail
going east, going west
before turning back north
to the mountain called Lemmon.
I am a lone raven blessed
to fly above other mortals
circling up, then down
but still, I work hard to fly
seeing images of life below
inspiration of an alien being
a curious extrovert, I call out
taken as a signal by some
just a lot of noise by others
still unnoticed by others
neutral touches interwoven.
— kenne
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Prickly Pear Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Did you ever
trip and fall
on a cactus?
Try hiking
Blackett’s Ridge
in the light of
a full moon.
— kenne
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View West From Blackett’s Ridge Across Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
The path to Han-shan’s place is laughable,
A path, but no sign of cart or horse.
Converging gorges — hard to trace their twists
Jumbled cliffs — unbelievably rugged.
A thousand grasses bend with dew,
A hill of pines hums in the wind.
And now I’ve lost the shortcut home,
Body asking shadow, how do you keep up?
— from Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder
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Sabino Canyon: View From Blackett’s Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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View of Sabino Canyon From Blackett’s Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“But what is happiness
except the simple harmony
between a man and the life he leads?”
— Albert Camus
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Blackett’s Ridge Trail Sunset (Tucson, Arizona) — Image by kenne
“Once we believe in ourselves,
we can risk curiosity, wonder,
spontaneous delight,
or any experience
that reveals the human spirit.”
— E. E. Cummings
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Blackett’s Ridge — Panorama by kenne
“If the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s.”
— Joseph Campbell
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Blackett’s Ridge Trail Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
It’s the way we move toward each other
at night, tired, giddy after a day together
or a day apart, flush with newborn plans
for a holiday from daily life, in reality.
We are festive and free-floating. We are
poured out like a bucket of wild berries.
— from “Summer Surprised Us” by Edward Hirsch
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