Smoke and Haze In the Catalina Foothills — Photo-Artistry by kenne
We must make the most of life’s ups and down
when downs seem to overwhelm
do everything to lift up life through images
revealing its most brilliants.
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Catalina Foothills’ Tag
Smoke And Haze In The Foothills 3 comments
Rainbow Connection 2 comments
Rainbow In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
I still believe that someday we’ll find the Rainbow Connection.
Rainbow Connection
Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side
Rainbows are visions
They’re only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we’ve been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they’re wrong wait and see
Songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side
Rainbows are visions
They’re only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we’ve been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they’re wrong wait and see
Someday we’ll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it’s done so far
What’s so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What so we think we might see
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it’s done so far
What’s so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What so we think we might see
Someday we’ll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers the dreamers and me
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers the dreamers and me
Have you been fast asleep
And have you heard voices,
I’ve heard them calling my name,
Is this the sweet sound that calls
The young sailors,
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
It’s something that i’m supposed to be,
And have you heard voices,
I’ve heard them calling my name,
Is this the sweet sound that calls
The young sailors,
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
It’s something that i’m supposed to be,
Someday we’ll find it
The rainbow connection…
The lovers, the dreamers and me
La lala la lala la la la lala la la la
The rainbow connection…
The lovers, the dreamers and me
La lala la lala la la la lala la la la
— Kenny Ascher / Paul Hamilton Williams
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Saguaro Blossoms Leave a comment
Saguaro Blossoms — Image by kenne
As we enter mid-May, Saguaro cactus blossoms are popping out all over.
— kenne
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Catalina Foothills Sunset Leave a comment
Catalina Foothills Sunset — Image by kenne
Of Many Worlds in This World
Just like as in a nest of boxes round,
Degrees of sizes in each box are found:
So, in this world, may many others be
Thinner and less, and less still by degree:
Although they are not subject to our sense,
A world may be no bigger than two-pence.
Nature is curious, and such works may shape,
Which our dull senses easily escape:
For creatures, small as atoms, may there be,
If every one a creature’s figure bear.
If atoms four, a world can make, then see
What several worlds might in an ear-ring be:
For, millions of those atoms may be in
The head of one small, little, single pin.
And if thus small, then ladies may well wear
A world of worlds, as pendents in each ear.
— Margaret Cavendish
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Two Bees On A Cactus Blossom 2 comments
Two Bees On A Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.”
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Dark In The Sunlight 1 comment
“Dark In The Sunlight” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A late afternoon breeze
sunlight shines through
in the shadow
of the olive tree
telling me of the
dark in the sunlight
as the music plays
I watch you from afar
dancing on this spring day
the things I’ve held close
have moved on
as I circle
trying to get my being
out of the experience
into the movement of change
becoming dimly aware
of the moment —
whatever will be,
will be.
— kenne
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Bottle-brush Bloom 1 comment
Bottle-brush Bloom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
— Lao Tzu
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Sagebrush Checkerspot 1 comment
Sagebrush Checkerspot — Image by kenne
“Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.”
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Free As Birds 1 comment
Lesser Goldfinch In The Canyon — Image by kenne
We are free as birds, lockdown in our cages.
— kenne
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I Went To The Desert . . . Leave a comment
Catalina Foothills Sunset — Image by kenne
I went to the [desert] because I wished to live deliberately,
to front only the essential facts of life,
and see if I could not learn what it had to teach,
and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
— Henry David Thoreau
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DeGrazia Sunroom 2 comments
DeGrazia Sunroom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
An open skylight
Equal parts broken sunlight
Is magical light.
Changes the rhythm
As colors move through the room
Giving soul to space.
— kenne
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Palo Verde Trees Blooming In Tanuri Ridge Leave a comment
Blooming Blue Palo Verde Trees (Tanuri Drive in Tanuri Ridge) — Image by kenne
This time of year the Catalina Foothills are a blaze
with the yellow blossoms of the Arizona state tree, the Blue Palo Verde.
— kenne
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December Snow 1 comment
December Snow (View off Our Patio) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A low cloud at the mountain base
provides a blanket of warmth
for the Catalina Foothills after
an overnight dusting of snow.
The higher clouds begin to break
allowing the morning sun to
shine over the mountain canyons
bringing a new awakening view.
— kenne
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Hiking Below The Ridge 1 comment
Hiking Below The Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Tropical storm rains
On mountains surrounding us —
A moment of green.
— kenne
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DeGrazia Shadows Leave a comment
DeGrazia Shadows — Digital Art by kenne
Making use of mud and straw walls, artist Ted DeGrazia carefully designed every
detail of his Gallery In The Sun located in the Catalina Foothills, Tucson, Arizona.
“The mud wall is masculine —
physically and durable.
The straw is feminine —
delicate as a thread.
Its color is sun and gold.”
— Ted DeGrazia
