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Desert Marigold — Two Images 1 comment
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Hedgehog Cactus and Desert Marigolds — Image by kenne
“I want real things — live people to take hold of
— to see — and talk to —
Music that makes holes in the sky –“
— Georgis O’Keeffe
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Today — Bee On Desert Marigold 4 comments
Bee On Desert Marigold — Image by kenne
Today
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that in made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from the jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden sprouting tulips
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
— Billy Collins
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Desert Marigold — Computer Art by kenne
desert marigold a kaleidoscope picture not a bugs eye view one perspective much larger one perspective much smaller -- kenne
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Desert Marigold in Our Yard (June 19, 2017, Tucson, Arizona, 115 degrees)– Images by kenne
Four months without rain
Wildflowers have come and gone
Tell this wildflower.
— kenne
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Gray Hairstreak On Desert Marigold — Image by Naturalist Bill Kaufman
It is essential to naturalist doctrine that literature,
to be good, must, finally,
be the author’s experience worked out literally.
— Gore Vidal
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Desert Marigold — Grunge Art 1 comment
Desert Marigold — Grunge Art by kenne
Desert wildflowers
Can make you a believer,
Bloom on my beauties.
— kenne
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Desert Marigold — Computer Art by kenne
Whether writing a poem,
taking a photograph, or
working in social media,
I believe creativity allows
me to do it my way —
stimulating light,
stimulating color to
express my interbeing
and relationship with nature.
— kenne
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A Summer Morning In Sabino Canyon — A Photo Essay 12 comments
This time of year if you are going to spend time in Sabino Canyon, it needs to be early in the morning. It doesn’t take long before the temperature can be in the triple digits — yes, this is Tucson, Arizona.
For a lot of us who love spending time outdoors and hiking, this time of year most of our time is spent up on Mt. Lemmon. Couple that with my trying to spend more time with Joy, except for checking the mail and an occasional meeting, I haven’t been in the canyon lately.
So, this morning after a little jog in the neighborhood, I headed over to Sabino Canyon where I went on an hour and a half hike in and effort to relieve my guilt.
We are still early in the desert monsoon season, so signs of the heat and dry air are everywhere. (Barrel cactus)
Sabino creek is dry . . .
. . . and the area above the dam looks like a beach.
Down stream from the dam rocks minis water flowing over and around them have taken on different colors.
Even so, there is still plenty of live in the canyon, here two squirrels are cooling themselves in the shade at the creek dam.
Here a busy ground squirrel checking me out before retreating into his cool den.
A late-blooming Saguaro can occasionally be found.
Desert Marigolds . . .
. . . attracting butterflies.
A gall produced by flies that inhabit creosote bushes.
An ocotillo leafed out from an early July rain.
Another ocotillo surrounded by prickly pear cactus whose fruit is beginning to turn red.
Prickly pear fruit.
Still, often under austere conditions, life goes on. (White–winged Dove)
The harshness of this land causes many to see the Sonoran desert to be a wasteland.
Those who have experienced the beauty of this amazing desert know it is not, but if left unprotected, it can become a man-made wasteland.
— kenne
Among all the geographic areas of the United States, the Southwest in general
and Arizona in particular is blessed with a panoramic beauty that almost defies description.
Only a limited number of poets, painters, and photographers
have been able to do justice to her splendor.
— Marshall Trimble, Arizona: A Panoramic History of a Frontier State, 1977
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Desert Marigold (Sabino Canyon, February 23, 2016) — Image by kenne
I feel that a real living form is the natural result
of the individual’s effort to create the living thing
out of the adventure of the spirit into the unknown
— where it has experienced something — felt something —
it has not understood — and from that experience
comes the desire to make the unknown — known —
Making the unknown — known — in terms of one’s medium
is all absorbing — if you stop to think of form — as from
you are lost — The artist’s form must be inevitable —
You mustn’t think you won’t succeed —
— Georgia O’Keeffe
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Capturing The Moment In A December Desert 3 comments
Desert Marigold (December 5, 2014) — Image by kenne
I know this beautiful
yellow flower,
Marigold by name.
Not sure about
the butterfly,
so I Googled it.
Still not sure,
so I will
pass on it.
— kenne
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“Hi, Little Friend” — Image by kenne
There comes a point in your life
when you realize who really matters,
who never did, and who always will.
– Unknown
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Desert Marigold, Again 3 comments
Desert Marigold, Again — Image by kenne
Desert marigold
Spreading spring color around
Capturing moments.
— kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Desert Marigold In January 6 comments
Desert Marigold Blooming Early In The Desert (January 29, 2014) — Image by kenne
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The Marigold
When with a serious musing I behold
The grateful and obsequious marigold,
How duly, ev’ry morning, she displays
Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays;
How she observes him in his daily walk,
Still bending towards him her tender stalk;
How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns,
Bedew’d, as ’twere, with tears, till he returns;
And how she veils her flow’rs when he is gone,
As if she scorned to be looked on
By an inferior eye, or did contemn
To wait upon a meaner light than him;
When this I meditate, methinks the flowers
Have spirits far more generous than ours,
And give us fair examples to despise
The servile fawnings and idolatries
Wherewith we court these earthly things below,
Which merit not the service we bestow.
— from the poem “The Marigold” by George Wither
Desert Marigold — Images by kenne
