A Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
I do not know if the desert can be loved,
but it is in the desert that my treasure lies hidden.
— Paulo Coelho
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My Treasure Lies Hidden Leave a comment
The West Continues To Burn 1 comment
Forest Fires In Western States Transforms The Skies Over Tucson — Sunrise Image by kenne
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Desert Dawn 1 comment
Desert Dawn — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The sun has grown,
As rose- desert dawn
She has reddened long,
Of monsoon’s song…
— Tsira Gogeshvili
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Sabino Canyon Sunrise 1 comment
Sabino Canyon Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Sunrise On Wildhorse Trail 1 comment
Sunrise On Wildhorse Trail (Saguaro National Park – East) — Image by kenne
“Knowledge of that which concerns us infinitely
is possible only in an attitude of infinite concern.”
― Paul Tillich
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The Halo of Death — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A halo of death
A sky where death is asleep
A corpse stands along.
— kenne
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Desert Sunrise Photo-Artistry Leave a comment
Desert Sunrise Photo-Artistry by kenne
A haunting morning
Transforms a normal
And simple aesthetic
Trying for unsettling
Depths of darkness.
— kenne
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Sabino Canyon Sunrise Leave a comment
Sabino Canyon Sunrise — Image by kenne
Sabino Canyon
Celebrates another day
Life continues on.
— kenne
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The Desert Sun Is Heating Up Leave a comment
Desert Sunrise — Digital Art by kenne
Another morning
getting up at five
providing several
hours cool hours
before the sun
heats up the day —
just another day
of neither adding
or taking away, but
I don’t give a damn.
— kenne
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A Sabino Canyon Morning 2 comments
A Sabino Canyon Morning — Image by kenne
The morning sun rises
over the Sabino Canyon
casting long shadows,
the ghosts of trees
mesquite by name
after years of caring
for young saguaros —
blessed are nature’s
caring ways.
— kenne
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Sunrise In The Canyon 2 comments
Sunrise in Sabino Canyon Recreational Area — Image by kenne
This morning the canyon is closed.
The government has shut down again.
Still, the sun comes up unaware as
Shadows move among the coyote or deer —
Watch me rise and go.
— kenne
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Sunrise In Sabino Canyon Leave a comment
Sunrise In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
A short walk up the path,
Taken by the silence stillness
As the sun rises over the ridge —
A moment captured forever.
— kenne
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At Sunrise, Tunuri Meets Father Sun Leave a comment
Desert Sunrise — Computer Painting by kenne
Tunuri began to walk, following this flower trail.
He walked up a high hill and standing in the
sun at the vary top was the Blue Deer. Tunuri
ran up to him and saw the sun shining brightly
in the sky. As he enjoyed its warmth on his skin,
he heard a strong, kind voice speak.
“Hello, Tunuri! I am Father Sun.”
from The Journey of Tunuri and the Blue Deer: A Huichol Indian Story by James Endredy
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Desert Sunrise 2 comments
Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
Dawn
Bells of Córdoba
in the early hours.
Bells of dawn
in Granada.
They hear you,
all the girls who cry
for the tender Soleá in mourning.
The girls
of Audalusia the High
and the Low.
Young girls of Spain
with tiny feet
and trembling skirts
who’ve filled the crossroads
with lights.
On, bells of Córdoba
in the early hours,
and oh, bells of dawn
in Granada!
— Federico Garcia Lorca
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Sonoran Desert Sunrise 3 comments
Sonoran Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
Despairing of God, I came to the desert seeking saints.
The tongue of the tribe sleeping in my family
whispers spiny songs: chumpaco / place where they killed
the dogs: huirives / bird: bacochibampo / the water of the
serpents: bajeribampo / water of the lizards: cuirimpo /
the place of the drummers.
— from 48 Roadsongs by Luis Alberto Urrea
