Archive for the ‘Capturing Nature’s Moment’ Tag
Telluride Sunset — Image by kenne
Telluride Sunset
The sun drags its golden
behind the mountains,
spilling over rooftops
and the long shadows of people
crossing Main Street.
Boots scuff the pavement,
laughter floats with
the smell of wood smoke.
No hurry, though the light burns low—
each step a pause,
each glance a small rebellion
against time’s insistence.
Somewhere,
a river runs behind the town,
catching the last fire of day.
Somewhere else,
the mountains hold the wind
like an old joke.
And we cross the street,
thinking we are moving forward,
but really just floating
in the golden end of day,
alive to everything
we cannot carry with us.
Sabino Canyon Sunrise — Image by kenne
Nurse Tree
The saguaros stand—
green towers,
ribbed and stubborn,
older than fences,
older than men.
At their side
a mesquite stands broken,
once a nurse tree,
a shield from sun and frost,
now driftwood for the wind.
That’s the desert way:
to raise the young,
then vanish—
leaving only the wind,
and the silence
of a job well done.
Trailing Windmill Wildflower — Image by kenne
Trailing windmill blooms,
petals turning with the breeze—
mountain light flickers.
Two queen butterflies on Mule Fat Blossoms (Baccharis salicifolia) in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Two queen butterflies
cling to mule fat’s blooming wands,
orange wings flickering in the breeze.
In the Santa Catalinas,
sun pools between the pines and stones,
and the mountains hold them
like jewels in their crown of sky.
Image by kenne
Two Ravens
Twin shapes on a branch,
one croaks low, the other waits—
wind between their words.
Photo Artistry by kenne
Angry Raven
Dark flash on the limb—
he jerks, flares, and squawks aloud
like sky has betrayed.
No wind, no rival,
just the weight of summer heat
pressing on black wings.
He scolds the silence,
each cry a sharp-edged protest
hurled at empty air.
Then—sudden stillness.
Even his shadow seems mad,
shaking on the limb.
Golden Columbine Art (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne
Morning mist lifts slow—
golden columbine glistens,
sunlight finds each leaf.
Empress Leilia On Arizona Monardella (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
Copper wings hover—
wild Monardella in bloom,
scent and sun collide.
White, Pink, and Green — Photo-artistry by kenne
White, pink, green in bloom—
light and shadow brush each petal,
art grown from stillness.
White Rose in Black and White — Photo-artistry by kenne
Pale rose, still in frame—
shadows hold what light once gave,
soft in silent tones.
Painted Lady On Chinchweed Blossom — Image by kenne
Morning light glimmers—
painted lady rides the breeze
on chinchweed’s gold flame.
Ancient Plateau Remains — Image by kenne
Twisted trunk lies still,
red cliffs rise beyond its bones—
time walks through the dust.
Standing Rock in Arches National Park — Image by kenne
Alone it rises—
a column of memory
etched by time and storm,
sandstone bones
lifted from silence.
Once part of mountain
now a sentinel—
its shadow stretched thin
on red earth,
marking the hours
with ancient patience.
Wind has carved its voice away,
but still it speaks
in shape and stillness—
a hymn to gravity,
to letting go slowly,
to standing,
even as the world
falls grain by grain.
Desert Spiny On Rock — Image by kenne
Desert Spiny on Rock
Sun burns high and narrow,
a lizard still in the shadows,
perched on ancient stone.
Scales like chipped mosaic,
colors born of contrast,
catch the noonday glare.
Eyes unblinking, sharp,
reading like a sacred text,
guarding its small world.
Not seeking to flee,
but to vanish in the light —
a spiny cloaked in calm.
Blooming Yucca in Sedona — Image by kenne
Yucca bursts in bloom,
bees waltz through the silver stars—
summer sings in white.
