Cedar Waxwing — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— Emily Dickinson
Bike Rack, Granville Island, Vancouver (08/30/09) — Image by kenne
— Emily Dickinson
Snow Covered Peaks In The Santa Catalina Mountains – Photo-Artistry by kenne
“AH, TENERIFFE!”
— Emily Dickinson
In June of 2003 for the Aspen Fire destroyed 85,000 acres on Mt. Lemmon,
located in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
Last Friday, we hiked the Aspen Trail,
part of which goes through some of the burned areas.
The aspens were among some of the first vegetation to return,
making these trees now about 15 years old.
Our hike was almost too late in the fall
since many of the aspens have already lost their leaves.
Quaking Aspens On Aspen Trail, Mt. Lemmon — Images by kenne
Swirling leaves,
Like erratic wings of butterflies,
shimmered, shook, slapped,
Simultaneously clapping as we passed.
Grace in the grove, the ticking,
whispering clatter of the breeze
Passing back and forth between worlds,
Spirit and sound merged together.
— from “Riding Through a Grove of Aspens” by Emily Dickinson
Mt. Lemmon Autumn — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
— Emily Dickenson
Bee On Sneezeweed, Cool Morning On Mt. Lemmon — Images by kenne
The Mountain
The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
— Emily Dickinson
Sleepy Orange Butterfly on a Cholla Cactus — Grunge Art by kenne
— Emily Dickinson
Pipevine Swallowtail Photo-Artistry by kenne
by Emily Dickinson
Rotary Park, Lake Havasu City, Arizona — Image by kenne
— Emily Dickinson
Sara Orange Tip Butterfly — Image by kenne
A Light Exists In Spring
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
— Emily Dickinson
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-light-exists-in-spring-by-emily-dickinson
Queen Butterfly (December 8, 2016) — Image by kenne
The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology –
Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute –
Had he the homely scutcheon
Of modest Industry
‘Twere fitter certifying
For Immortality –
— Emily Dickinson
Sunset Photo Essay (October 8, 2016) — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images for larger view in a slideshow format.)
Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup
— by Emily Dickinson
Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!
Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?
Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?
Variegated Fritillary Butterfly — Image by kenne
— Emily Dickinson
Fly Agaric Mushroom (Bid Red) — Image by kenne
Caesalpinia pulcherrima, Red Bird of Paradise — Computer Painting by kenne
I HIDE myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
— Emily Dickinson
