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
Sabino Canyon Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge — Panorama by kenne
— kenne
Tucson Basin as Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge — Panorama by kenne
— from World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird by
Cathedral Rock Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge — Panorama by kenne
soft the sky
fills
and softly
spills
soft the drop
drips
gently down
and soft my foot
falls
soft the ground
and down the ground
fills
gently down
— Hugh Prather
Sabino Canyon as Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Come with me to Blackett’s Ridge
To hike a rocky switch-back trail.
A deep gorge designates the end
Overlooking converging canyons.
White clouds hang from a blue sky.
Now we wait for the sun to go down
When we will return to the trailhead
Under the light of the harvest moon.
— kenne
View from Blackett’s Ridge of Sabino Canyon (11/01/13) — Image by kenne
— kenne
Blackett’s Ridge Between Sabino Canyon and Bear Canyon in the Santa Catalina Mountains
Image by kenne
My days as a hiking guide
May soon have long since passed
But, for this hiker, the trail never ends.
The call of the trail has not silenced
In the course of the coyote’s song
Echoing down through the canyon.
The pace may have slowed,
Canyon walls gotten steeper
Only to be balanced by desire.
But out there in the canyons
The ghosts of young trail runners
Brings back images for the past.
Casting strides to the wind
Hiking trails that have no end
Chasing trail-dust on the wind.
— kenne
