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.
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Image by kenne
Artist Painting In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In The Beauty Created By Others
— Adam Zagajewski
Cooper’s Hawk in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
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Lake Woodlands Sunset (October 1, 2009) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Kate and Matt (April 1, 2005) — Image by 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
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
Mighty Saguaro — Image by kenne
The Mighty Saguaro
— Debbie Emery
Hummingbird At Feeder #2 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Anna’s Hummingbird at Our Patio Feeder (August 27, 2022) — Images by kenne
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
Upper Sabino Canyon In the Santa Catalina Mountains (November 18, 2011) — Panorama by kenne
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Carpenter Bee In A Sacred Datura Blossom — Image by kenne
— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot
Indian Paintbrush Wildflowers On Green Mountain Trail — HDR Image by kenne
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Becoming is Superior to Being 