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“I would not sacrifice . . .” 1 comment
Black Swallowtail Photo Essay– Signs of Spring 6 comments
Black Swallowtail Photo Essay– Signs of Spring by kenne (Tohono Chul, Tucson AZ, February 24, 2018)
Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of year for hiking, camping, exploring, sleeping under the new moon and the old stars. At dawn and at evening we hear the coyotes howling with excitement—mating season.
— Edward Abbey
Western Corral 3 comments
Western Corral — Image by kenne
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to most amazing view.
May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
— Edward Abbey
Wildflower Art Leave a comment
Heartleaf Goldeneye (April 13, 2017) — Computer Art by kenne
But it’s all still there in my heart and soul.
The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure —
they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days to come,
like a treasure found and then, voluntarily, surrendered.
Returned to the mountains with my blessing.
It leaves a golden glowing on the mind.”
— from “Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside” by Edward Abbey,
Cranesbill Geranium: Geranium caespitosum Leave a comment
Cranesbill Geranium: Geranium caespitosum (Mt. Lemmon, August 5, 2016) — Image by kenne
“For myself I hold no preferences among flowers,
so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
Bricks to all greenhouses!
Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!”
–Edward Abbey
Mesquite Bean Pods 2 comments
Mesquite Bean Pods — Computer Painting by kenne
“I would not sacrifice a single living mesquite tree for any book ever written.
One square mile of living desert is worth a hundred ‘great books’ –
and one brave deed is worth a thousand.”
— Edward Abbey
Grunge Art Desert Landscape 2 comments
Grunge Art Desert Landscape — Image by kenne
“Beyond the wall of the unreal city … there is another world waiting for you. It is the old true world of the deserts, the mountains, the forests, the islands, the shores, the open plains. Go there. Be there. Walk gently and quietly deep within it. And then —
May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God’s dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.”
― Edward Abbey
