Archive for the ‘Capturing the Moment’ Tag
Snow At Lower Elevations Of The Santa Catalina Mountains (February 26, 2023) — Images by kenne
We have had snow at higher elevations (Mt. Lemmon) for weeks till this morning, with clouds blocking and view of the mountains.
Slowly the clouds began to open, showing the temperatures had remained low enough for snow to accumulate. Our patio rain gauge
recorded 1/4″ of rain here in the foothills.
— kenne
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Now what?
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Artist Painting In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In The Beauty Created By Others
Only in the beauty created
by others is their consolation,
in the music of others and in others’ poems.
Only others save us,
even through solitude tastes like
opium. The others are not hell,
if you see them early, with their
foreheads pure, cleansed by dreams.
That is why I wonder what
word should be used, “he’ or “you.” Every “he”
is a betrayal of a certain “you” but
in return someone else’s poem
offers the fidelity of a sober dialogue.
— Adam Zagajewski
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Cooper’s Hawk in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
I have a little knowledge of this bird,
never as much as an ornithologist.
Maybe it’s because I don’t have
the right personality or something,
being concerned fundamentally
with the “oughts” of life from
a philosophical point of view,
if you know what I mean.
— kenne
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Lake Woodlands Sunset (October 1, 2009) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
When I lived in the forest
it was not always easy to see
the sunset for the trees.
After a short trail walk
I would spend some time
at the lake and nearby dam
before crossing the bridge
to set under a gazebo
watching motorless boats
moving silently across the lake.
— kenne
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Kate and Matt (April 1, 2005) — Image by kenne
Memories in time
One of life’s special moments
Love of a daughter.
— kenne
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Queen Butterfly On Palmleaf Mistflower — Image by kenne
Every young plant springing
into heavy air,
one’s self up, out
from the core
as if earth’s got
too hot
for anyone to tough
too much;
much as the much-sung lark
climbs higher,
outsinging where
branches spread and flare
like ravelled wire-
ends or one’s hair
in an electric charge might
upstand, lift, as some
wire prancer’s parasol
might parachute and drift
you gentle down to ground
once more.
— from Summer Sequence by W. D. Snodgrass
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Tom Taking A Moment to Rest Before Setting Up Camp on Mica Mountain (April 2012) — Image by kenne
Remembering So Much, Yet So Little
We walked together as brothers
His a shuffled pace totaling
Many unnumbered miles
Remembering so much, yet so little
Have known him for the last ten years
Reminding me of my brother,
It seemed like a lifetime
Remembering so much, yet so little
When we first met
We were in a hiking group
For me, all were strangers
Remembering so much, yet so little
He had that something
We all feel but can’t explain
As with the wistfulness of used books
Remembering so much, yet so little
Hiking dusty trails, stirred only by our steps,
A soft breeze unable to lift
The dust above our boots
Remembering so much, yet so little
Sharing a love of the wild
To hear sounds, see vistas
In the desert and sky islands
Remembering so much, yet so little
He was born with a feel for the moment
Making use of the incidentals
Whether invited or not
Remembering so much, yet so little
An eye for beauty and form
Where nothing is perfect
And everything is perfect.
Remembering so much, yet so little
Always ready to go farther afield
Looking for new trails – such as
The Hidden Pasture Trail
Remembering so much, yet so little
Meticulously researching new adventures
Was a hobby driven by the belief
One knows the country through direct contact
Remembering so much, yet so little
Possessing a diverse love of life
Sharing stories of youthful conquests
As the sunsets only to be replaced by a full moon
Remembering so much, yet so little
Dare not wave the punctual tissue of farewell
He would reply with an insouciant shrug
Therefore, I drink to you, my brother
Remembering so much, yet so little
For this is a path we will all take
On the Hidden Pasture Trail
It’s all part of nature’s plan
Remembering so much, yet so little
— kenne
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Mighty Saguaro — Image by kenne
The Mighty Saguaro
The mighty saguaro,
so majestic and tall,
holds its lifelong secrets
surprising one and all.
The seedling saguaro
begins small and afraid,
hoping it will survive
beneath the nurse plant’s shade.
The tiny saguaro
grows a little each year,
searching for the water
which is precious and dear.
The struggling saguaro
pushes upward for days,
glad it keeps avoiding
a new herbivore’s gaze.
The lucky saguaro
survives the desert heat,
outliving the nurse plant
not knowing of its feat.
The patient saguaro
looks skyward at all hours,
until at age fifty
it produces first flowers.
The giving saguaro
shares its bounty with all
who wait for months on end
for tasty fruits to fall.
The youthful saguaro
knows at seventy-five
that its newly formed arms
keeps desert friends alive.
The aging saguaro
has been a willing friend
to desert’s small creatures
dependent to the end.
The mighty saguaro
grows to fifty feet high,
waiting two hundred years
to almost touch the sky.
— Debbie Emery
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Hummingbird At Feeder #2 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
bird against the sky
keeps visiting our feeder
for another drink
careful, it can become addictive
— kenne
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Anna’s Hummingbird at Our Patio Feeder (August 27, 2022) — Images by kenne
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Turkey Vulture — Image by kenne
This turkey vulture landed in a mesquite tree 25’ from our patio.
This was two days after my best friend, Tom Markey had passed away — an ominous sign.
Or, had the bird become a little disoriented because of the monsoon storms?
(My camera lens focused more on the branches than the bird.)
— kenne
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Upper Sabino Canyon In the Santa Catalina Mountains (November 18, 2011) — Panorama by kenne
A light wind
As we hike
Up through
The canyon
Late fall
Eight miles
Out and back
— kenne
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Carpenter Bee In A Sacred Datura Blossom — Image by kenne
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot
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Indian Paintbrush Wildflowers On Green Mountain Trail — HDR Image by kenne
Indian paintbrush
Red flowers on Green Mountain
Beautiful moments
— kenne
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