Fendler’s Globemallow On Butterfly Trail — Image by kenne
Each bloom a whisper
in the hush of mountain air—
along the ridgeline.
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Wildflowers on Butterfly Tail — Image by kenne
Sun warms the ridgeline—
cradling the light like hope
beneath the pine’s shadow.
Each step stirs petals—
a hush of blooming wonder
where silence once stood.
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View North from Butterfly Trail on Mt. Lemmon
‘The world is before you and you need not take it or leave it as it was when you came in.’
– James Baldwin
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Naturalist, Ed Rawl — Kind Words For A Very Special Man 5 comments
Ed Rawl Over Looking the San Pedro Valley — Image by kenne
IN REMEMBERANCE
Edgar (Ed) Rawl passed away on April 18, 2020, after suffering a stroke. A celebration of life memorial service for Ed is planned for Saturday, May 9, 2020 (a simple ceremony in the desert was his expressed desire). We will meet in the overflow parking lot of Sabino Canyon at 6:00 am to beat the heat and walk a short distance from there. Ed’s friends are invited, and you may share your memories of him if you wish to do so. We will try to maintain social distancing and encourage everyone to wear a mask or other face covering.
“He was a soft-spoken, kind man who was always positive despite chronic health problems. He was good with the kids and a great colleague. He will be missed very much.” — Jan Labiner
“. . . a beautiful remembrance and tribute to our good friend.” — Phil Bentley
“Ed was a special person. I always think of him when I discuss with children why they should not get closer to the edge of a cliff (such as the dam overlook) than they are tall. Ed taught me that. His vast experience as a Park Ranger gave him the knowledge that never ceased to amaze me. RIP, my friend.” — Bill Kaufman
“Oh, I am so very sad…what a loss…he was such a special..pleasant person.” — Becky Duncan
“Ed deserves this kind of tribute. Thank you!” — Dan Granger
“I remember so vividly our good friend Ed, our wonderful naturalist and hiker. It made me so sad to see our beautiful hike together….. and also glad ….. when I look at these mountains, I think Ed will be there somewhere!” — Alexa Von Bieberstein
“. . . a kind and gentle soul. Miss him greatly.” — Debbie and Jerry Bird
“. . . this special man who has been a treasure both for SCVN and all the people for whom he shared his love. I remember with special fondness the day Ed led us on our hike to Thimble Peak. I think of him and the rest of our small band every time I glimpse the peak.” — Tim Ralph
“Ed was an incredible, kind, calm, and positive person. I knew the kids were lucky when they had him for their trip. I will miss him and remember him. Coming into the canyon will always invoke his memory to me, and his spirit will exist there for me.” — Roberto Veranes
“He was a wonderful man.” — Linda Procter
“He was such a gentleman with a wonderful sense of humor. He rarely spoke of his medical challenges, which were progressive. Such an honorable man. He will be missed.” — Nancy Murphy
“Ed has a style with children that was gentle, but firm. His ability to balance these two paradoxical qualities is what made him an exceptional man to be around. He had health issues for some time, but for the longest time, he fought them off, so to keep hiking. He was a fighter. ‘Old soldiers never die, they just fade away.'” — Kenne Turner
“It is still difficult for me to process this, and I suspect friends and many Nats must be dealing with a terrible sense of loss and sadness. Ed was a second mentor to me when I began in Elementary Program on Thursdays. I still use his “Lizzie” device with the NYSI kit…haven’t found anything better. He was knowledgeable, patient, possessed a wonderful dry wit, and thought deeply about many things, such as international affairs, and the role of the US in them. His depth and breadth was astounding. He could be counted on to be there every week, and seldom made any mention of his health issues because, I think, he didn’t feel comfortable putting himself first.
It will be difficult to face a world without Ed in it.” — Jeff Hahn
An Album of Photos by kenne
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Floating Mushrooms On Butterfly Trail 2 comments
Floating Mushrooms On Butterfly Trail — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Float like a mushroom
Down the old butterfly trail
And sting like a Bee.
— kenne
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Yellow Columbine — Grunge Art by kenne
“The only way we can be free in each moment
is to become what each moment is.”
— Steve Hagen
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Mushrooms On the Mountain (Butterfly Trail, Santa Catalina Mountains)– Image by kenne
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Arizona Black: Black to the touch — Image by kenne
Spanish black: the five senses
blackened:
black sight
and black sound,
black smell
and black taste; and the painter’s black
black to the touch.
— from Rafael Alberti’s A la pintura
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Wild Mushrooms: Weird Is A Side Effect Of Awesome 3 comments
Wild Mushrooms: Weird Is A Side Effect Of Awesome — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Keep Practicing The Art Of Living And Stay Forever Young 6 comments
Capturing The Moment — Rusby’s Primrose At Leopold Point 1 comment
As we neared the top of Leopold Point off of Lower Butterfly trail in the Santa Catalina mountains, these beautiful Rusby’s primrose wildflowers seemed to jump off the rocks. — Images by kenne
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1957 F-86 Crash Site On Mount Bigelow 6 comments
Images by kenne
Up from Novio Falls near the Butterfly Trail on Mt. Bigelow, parts of an F-86 plane that crashed in 1957 can be found. As you might guess, pieces are scattered all around the area where these photos were taken, and plenty of plant growth since 1957. Because of rain beginning to fall, I stopped exploring the area and started my return hike back. Parts of the area are very dense, and the terrain is steep.
— kenne
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Capturing The Moment — “Buckets Of Rain” On Mount Lemmon 16 comments
“Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin’ out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
I got all the love, honey baby
You can stand
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me, honey baby
I’ll be here …”
— Bob Dylan, “Buckets of Rain”
The Monday Morning Milers hiking group had scheduled to hike upper Butterfly trail to Novio Falls, which I had done Friday with the SCVN group. I like this trail because it is both a beautiful and challenging hike. It was a sunny morning on the mountain when we arrived at the trailhead. The faster hikers had already started down the trail, so I set out to catchup with them and was making pretty good time till I started stopping to take photos. I was trying to take advantage of the sunlight we didn’t have on the Friday hike.
Before leaving the parking lot to car-pool up Catalina Highway, some of the hikers indicated they would only be hiking to the Crystal Spring trail. But, when I reached the Crystal Springs cutoff, no one was there. Not seeing them on the trail, I assumed they had continued on to Novio Falls. As I got closer to Novio Falls (The area to the right of the big rock in the above image.) I could see clouds beginning to cover the higher elevations.
When I got to the falls no one was there, so I decided to continue to where a F-86 airplane had crashed in 1957. Once I got there, the rain began, so after taking a few photos, I started back toward the falls when I met a couple sitting under a large ponderosa pine. There didn’t have rain gear, but the tree was keeping them dry, at least for a while. (Unlike my earlier hikes in the rain, there was no lightning.) As I left them behind the rain began to come down heavier.
This is when I learned that my wind-breaker was not waterproof. I had already placed my camera in a plastic bag, but unlike my previous hikes in the rain, I decided to remove it now and then to capture some rainy images. Since the rain was still pretty heavy, I tried keeping as much of the bag over the camera after removing it in order to still keep it as dry a possible — then back in the bag.
The higher elevation in this view shows the direction in which I was headed returning to the upper Butterfly trailhead. I wasn’t sure how the images were turning out, since I wasn’t taking the time to view them, nor check how much rain was on the lens.
As I got further down the trail from the falls, I turned around and took this image toward where I had been.
As you can see in this image, see the clouds were beginning to break up over one of the last ridges I would be hiking to the trailhead.
At this point in my return the rain began to diminish.
This image is a view not far from the trailhead. The rain was now a sprinkle as the clouds continue to break up.
Remember I mention that we carpooled up the mountain, so those in my carpool had to wait for me — at least I was hoping they would. Based on where the others had turned around on the trail, and the distance I had gone, they had to wait one hour — man, did I blow it! I was very apologetic and pleased that they had not reported my failure to return after an hour to the Forest Service.
As we rode down the mountain they shared the various scenarios discussed while waiting, if I had not returned in more than an hour. They knew I’m a capable hiker, but . . .!
With all the rain I’ve experienced this month, while hiking on Mount Lemmon, I decided to start this blog posting with the lyrics of Bob Dylan’s song, “Buckets of Rain” and included a YouTube video for those of you interested in listening to this Dylan song — with buckets of moonbeams in your hand.
— kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Arizona Thistle 8 comments
Arizona Thistle (Cirsium arizonicum) — Images by kenne
This flower is loved by hummingbirds.
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Capturing The Moment — Real Mushroom Or Artifact? — A Follow-up 9 comments
This morning I was back on the Upper Butterfly trail hiking with the Monday Morning Milers when I spotted two mushrooms down in the brush that resembled the one I photographed last Friday.
Even though there was a heavy downpour, (The third hike in the rain since July 5th.) I had to get an image of this mushroom. This one is not the work of a human hand, as I had concluded in the earlier posting. Just to be sure, I carefully reached under the crown to see if I could lift it — no, this was natures work. The stem of this mushroom is 8-10 inches hight, which is about the same height as the mushroom previously posted. I spent some time online trying to identify this mushroom with no luck. So, for now I’m labeling it as “unknown.”
kenne
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Keep practicing the art of living.
Like any art, the art of living
will evaporate if you don’t stay involved.
We often hear the statement,
“If you don’t use, you lose” —
a principle most obvious
in our physical bodies.
Spend three years sitting down,
when the three years are up,
you won’t be able to walk.
The same applies to any skill.
Stop using your
creative imagination
and it will evaporate.
Stop stimulating
and challenging your brain,
it will slowly deteriorate.
Stop caring,
and your conscience can switch off.
Look for opportunities to stay involved.
Not only should you stay involved,
but the quality of involvement
can produce a better understanding of reality.
None of us are immune
to the influence of our own world –
our friends, our family, and the books we read
are constantly shaping our thoughts and our feelings.
Life is what our thoughts make of it.
George Bernard Shaw
won a Nobel Prize when nearly seventy;
Ben Franklin
produced some of his best writings age eighty-four;
Pablo Picasso
put brush to canvas right through his eighties.
Isn’t the issue how old we think we are,
not how old we are?
Keep practicing the art of living.
“May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
when the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
and may you song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.” *
— kenne
( *from Bob Dylan’s song, “Forever Young )
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