Wildflowers In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Catalina foothills—
poppies flare in the gravel wash,
lupine stitching nitrogen
back into the lean soil.
Rock, root, bee—
no wasted motion.
Wind off the Santa Catalinas
combs the grass
and the flowers bow
without complaint.
— kenne
Gray Hairstreak on Desert Marigold — Image by kenne
So small—
and yet the marigold bends
as if honored.
The butterfly’s tail
flickers a blue ember.
I have lived long enough
to know
that such brightness
arrives without warning
and leaves the same way.
Still, it is here.
That is enough.
— kenne
Male Phainopepla — Image by kenne
He is so high in the mesquite
I must squint—
An ace of spades caught in thorns.
Yet I feel the small red spark
of his eye
fasten to me.
The branch yields, does not surrender.
My grandmother said
real strength makes no announcement;
it simply remains.
He falls—
a swift stroke of black—
and rises again
to the same waiting limb.
Nothing altered, it seems.
But the desert keeps a breath
between his leaving and return,
and in that held silence
my heart shifts,
quiet as sand
after the wind.
— kenne
Home Entrance — Image by kenne
Other Side Of The Rainbow
— kenne
Little Verdin in the Desert Willow by kenne
Little Verdin in the Desert Willow
A tiny pulse of feather—
among the Willow’s green—
the Sky—so dark a Sapphire—
it swallows what is seen—
He flickers—like a secret—
the Morning will not tell—
and leaves the hush of Desert—
more infinite—and still—
Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Foothills at Sunset
Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Sun sinks low,
slips under clouds,
canyons gone dark,
shadows loud.
Light keeps fighting,
gray-black on stone—
then night rolls in,
makes it its own.
Saguaro Cactus Down By The Wash — Image by kenne
Gravity Prevails
— kenne
Jeri, Jody, and Jill In town to celebrate Joy’s Birthday — Dinner at Contigo Latin Kitchen in the Catalina Foothills
Contico Latin Kitchen In The Catalina Foothills
Contico’s lights glowed,
soft as the desert evening—
our joy, slow and warm.
Tortillas steamed soft,
lime and laughter on our lips,
sun slipping to rest.
Warm dusk draped the foothills,
saguaro silhouettes watched
as the sunset spilled gold.
Bottlebrush Blossoms In Front Yard — Image by kenne
Summer Monsoon Clouds As Seen From Our Patio — Image by kenne
— kenne
Sunset Over The Catalinas — Image by kenne
— Unknown
A Storm Is Coming — Image by kenne
A storm is coming
Dark clouds are on the horizon
I can feel it in the air
The wind is picking up
There’s a feeling of electricity
The sky is a light muted gray
The clouds are moving quickly
Some seem to touch the earth
A storm is coming
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it deep in my bones
There are sounds of thunder
They sound like drums
Lightning strikes dart across the sky
A storm is coming
I can feel it in the air
Mother Nature is shaking
Change is coming
A storm is coming
Of that I am sure
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
Desert Sunset — Image by kenne
— kenne
