Clouds Over The Santa Catalina Mountains Front Range — Image by kenne
Above the Catalinas,
clouds sharpen into shadow and flame—
a chiaroscuro sky,
each edge cut bold against the light.
The mountains hold their ground,
stone shoulders darkening
beneath the storm’s bright weight.
In this high contrast of heaven and earth,
the desert waits,
every ridge and ravine
alive with the promise of rain.
A Tucson Morning — Image by kenne
Clouds shift with the wind—
what seems dark may hold the light,
wait and let it pass.
Image by kenne
On the Manner of Addressing Clouds
Gloomy grammarians in golden gowns,
Meekly you keep the mortal rendezvous,
Eliciting the still sustaining pomps
Of speech which are like music so profound
They seem an exaltation without sound.
Funest philosophers and ponderers,
Their evocations are the speech of clouds.
So speech of your processionals returns
In the casual evocations of your tread
Across the stale, mysterious seasons. These
Are the music of meet resignation; these
The responsive, still sustaining pomps for you
To magnify, if in that drifting waste
You are to be accompanied by more
Than mute bare splendors of the sun and moon.
— Wallace Stevens
Clouds Over The Catalinas — Image by kenne
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Clouds Over The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Tucson Sunset Clouds — Panorama by kenne
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Clouds — Image by kenne
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View of Sedona from Airport Road — Panorama by kenne
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A Tucson Sunset — Panorama by kenne
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Panoramic View From The Patio After Monsoon Rains — Photo-Artistry by kenne
clouds hug the mountains
after monsoon rains move on
my heart leaps with joy
— kenne
Remaining Clouds After Two Days of Monsoon Rains — Image by kenne
some clouds hang around
after days of monsoon rains
hang on or let go
— kenne
Clouds — Image by kenne
— Donald Barthelme
Christmas Day Clouds Forcast Rain with Snow in the Mountains Around Tucson — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A Desert Christmas Day
— kenne
Rock Formation Along Catalina Highway — Image by kenne
Today I thought of monsoon skies,
with big puffs of white cotton
gaining height in the midday blue.
Today I thought about the rain,
falling on the mountains
soaking nature’s soul.
Today I thought about raindrops
leaving prints on everything they touch,
congregating down the mountain streams.
Today I thought of my print
walking with nature
aligned with its very being,
my being communicating with its soul,
entering into a dynamic creative flow
experiencing nature’s bonding reality,
connecting all things in a meaningful whole
through which an allowance, a trust,
opens the vessels of my very being,
allowing my snapshots to profile nature’s
abundance of comfort and wealth,
in the horn of plenty on life’s table
where each moment captured becomes
a reminder that “life is just a leap of faith —
so spread your arms and hold your breath . . .”
Today I thought . . .
kenne
(A tip of the hat to Guy Clark.)
Sunday Before Memorial Day Sunset — Image by kenne
— kenne
