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Desert Monsoon Sunset Panorama   1 comment

Monsoon Sunset Panorama- blog IIMonsoon Sunset in the Catalina Foothills — Panorama by kenne


Desert Monsoon

The clouds are stacking up high
In that clear blue afternoon sky
Turning the scorching sun to mere silver lining
Raising a cool hope in all desert being
Is that the long-awaited monsoon coming? 
Who would know? 
The wind blows westward steadfast
Giving the convoy of clouds a warm piggyback 
But who knows when…? 
The clouds will turn into precious monsoon rain
Or just evaporate spontaneously once again! 

Oh monsoon rain
You kept us all in clear suspense
Desert being are dreaming of you for so long
Are you, or are you not visiting us soon? 

The clouds have covered the June evening sky
Colored light brown like bowl of boiled rice
Signaling monsoon rain may be on its way
Sooner we can hope for something real nice! 


— Tushar Ray


Winds of Change — “The Hidden Hand Deals Just One Round”   Leave a comment

Rainy Day Clouds-4945 blogThe Winds of Change — Image by kenne

On this Music Sunday, one of my favorite songs from the early 80’s.

“Winds Of Change”

Walk softly through the desert sands
Careful where you tread
Underfoot are the visions lost
Sleeping not yet dead

Hang on – Winds starting to howl
Hang on – The beast is on the prowl
Hang on – Can you hear the strange cry
Winds of change are blowing by

Mountains crumble and cities fall
Don’t come to an end
Just lie scattered on the desert floor
Waiting for the wind


You got your life planned carefully
But you left out one detail
The hidden hand deals just one round
And the winds of change prevail


Walk softly through the desert sand
Old dreams lead the way
Nothing new in the sands of time
Just changes every day

Hang on – It’s starting again
Hang on – There’s no shelter from the wind
Hang on – Like a fire from the sky
Winds of change are blowing by

— Jefferson Airship

My Silent Conversations Have Come True   2 comments

Sunset (1 of 1)-3 blogCatalina Sunset — Images by kenne

My silent conversations have come true
Beneath the foothills tree of oil olive
Serving as an umbrella from the sun
Under a canopy of shy blue
As seen through the silver side of green

This majestic tree adored by the gods
Theme of the Hellenes fable
Minerva’s olive branch for Attica
Over Neptune’s swift as the wind of horse
As the most useful gift to humanity

She stands alone above the flagstone
Belonging to a family of 800 million
Native to the cradle of life
Not of the Mount of Olives
We nourish her oil of extraction

A rock star for longevity
Her age-gnarled trunk
Covered with adorning suckers
The source of the victor’s
Spray of olive branches

Graced with biblical beauty
Emblem of wealth and plenty
Symbol of peace and home of doves
Roosting at the late of day
As the sunset adorns her shadow

Her branches rich of fruit
A summer of green
Turning black in October
Will not be beaten of stick
To extract her oil of olive

Building strength in winter
Her spring blossoms many of number
Assisted by the blowing breeze
Casting off in celebration the flower of olive
Like a late winter shower of snow

Each evening I sing in silence
Beneath my foothill’s tree of the ages
Looking to the sky
In celebration of life
With my keeper of the flame

— kenne

Olives“His beauty shall be as the olive tree.”
[Hosea 14:6, KJV]


Hiking Pima Canyon, October, 2012   14 comments

Hiking Pima Canyon, October, 2012 — Images by kenne

The SCVN hiking group hiked Pima Canyon last week. This is a beautiful canyon in the Santa Catalina Mountains and provides for a moderate hike up to several dams. This time of year the conditions are very dry, even more so this year.

The trail head is in the western Catalina Foothills near Pusch Ridge. The canyon is a desert riparian habitat, which also makes it good for birdwatching.

There are several Hohokam  grinding (mortar) holes located near the stream that probably flowed more freely hundreds of years ago when the Hohokam Indians were common to the Sonoran Desert. The Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists share information and show children grinding holes in their program, “Back To The Past.” The gallery of photos below contain some images of grinding holes — click on any of the thumbnails for a larger view of the Pima Canyon images.


Scratching The Surface — Ralph Prata   8 comments

“Inside the Outside” by Ralph Prata

This past Sunday, we took Joy’s mother and sister to the nearby DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun. Years ago, as part of his Santa Catalina Foothills property, Ted DeGrazia built a Guest House for artists to work and show their work. Today the DeGrazia Foundation continues this legacy during the winter months. During our visit, we had an opportunity to see the work of Ralph Prata. Ralph resides in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York, but he, his wife and their cat spend the winter months near Ventana Canyon.

We immediately fail in love with Prata’s work, so much so we went back three times, selecting different pieces to see what would best show his work in our foothills home. The above, “Inside the Outside,” is now in placed to welcome visitors to our home, where we live “inside the outside.”

Prata has said of his work, “My works do not necessarily document particular life ways nor tell stories. Rather they are to touch the spirit and imagination. Allowing the viewers the freedom to find their own visions.” Our spirit has been “touched.” To celebrate our getting to know Ralph and his art, I wrote the following poem:

Inside the Outside

I began on the inside,
Knowing not of an outside,
Only knowing of my being.

My knowledge limited,
A temporary prisoner,
Protected by the inside.

Demanding more room,
Life on inside
Began to grow short.

Having no choice,
Pushed from the womb
Into the world of the unknown.

On the inside,
I had been content
In my limited space.

Now on the outside,
I let it be known,
Crying in the face of a new destiny.

My first act of rebellion,
Already expressing a nostalgia
For the innocence of the inside.

Appealing to my essence of being,
I soon learned the outside
Could be my new inside.

Always giving away,
some of the outside,
so not to lose it all.

To become inside the outside,
Allows the practice of thinking
To create a way of living.


Ralph Prata outside the DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun Guest Gallery — images by kenne

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