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Fall Colors In The Desert Winter #2 Leave a comment

Fall Colors Along Sabino Creek in Winter (January 2020) — Image by kenne

Water in the creek
Frost at night in the canyon
Color cottonwoods.

— kenne

Posted January 6, 2020 by kenneturner in Information, Photography, Poetry, Sabino Canyon Recreation Area, Sabino Creek, Tucson Arizona

Tagged with Fall Colors, Haiku, Sabino Canyon Recreation Area, Sabino Creek, Tucson Arizona

Fall Colors In The Desert Winter Leave a comment

Cottonwoods Creating Fall Colors In The Desert Winter (01/02/20) — Image by kenne

Posted January 5, 2020 by kenneturner in Cottonwoods, Fall Colors, Information, Photography, Sabino Canyon Recreation Area, Tucson Arizona

Tagged with Cottonwoods, Desert Winter, Fall Colors, Sabino Canyon Recreation Area, Tucson Arizona

Saying Goodbye To Fall On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment

Saying Goodbye to Fall On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-artistry by kenne

We have passed through fall, for now,

Saying goodbye to falling leaves,

Relaced by falling snowflakes,

Blanketing the narrow forest trails.

* * * * *

“The ten hours’ light is abating,

And a late bird wings across,

Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,

Give their black heads a toss.”

— kenne

Posted November 24, 2019 by kenneturner in Fall Colors, Information, Mt. Lemmon, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

Tagged with "At Day-Close In November", Fall Colors, Mt Lemmon, Photo-Artistry, Poetry, Snowflakes, Thomas Hardy, Tucson Arizona

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors, A Gift From The Mountain Gods 1 comment

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors, A Gift From The Mountain Gods
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

Autumn Song

Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse’s flowers will not last;
Nurses to the graves are gone,
And the prams go rolling on.

Whispering neighbours, left and right,
Pluck us from the real delight;
And the active hands must freeze
Lonely on the separate knees.

Dead in hundreds at the back
Follow wooden in our track,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.

Starving through the leafless wood
Trolls run scolding for their food;
And the nightingale is dumb,
And the angel will not come.

Cold, impossible, ahead
Lifts the mountain’s lovely head
Whose white waterfall could bless
Travellers in their last distress.

— W. H. Auden

Posted November 2, 2019 by kenneturner in Fall Colors, Information, Mt. Lemmon, Photo-Artistry, Poetry, Santa Catalina Mountains, Tucson Arizona

Tagged with Autumn Song, Fall Colors, Mt Lemmon, Photo-Artistry, Poetry, Tucson Arizona, W.H. Auden

Hiking with Old Buddies 1 comment

The SCVN Friday Nature Hike was Aspen Trail, Marshall Gulch Trail loop,
which would provide an opportunity to see the beautiful fall colors on Mt. Lemmon.
The Aspen Trail has a grove of aspens, which I blogged in a previous posting.

Aspen Trail-8-72 After hiking through the aspen grove, I began to get out in front of the nature hikers.
With less fall color on the remaining part of the Aspen Trail I decided to pick-up my pace.
I knew from past experience there would be plenty of fall color on the Marshall Gulch Trail.

Aspen Trail-21-72 I was aware that my buddies, Jim Thompson and Tom Markey, were hiking the trail;
hence, I might be able to catch up with them.

Aspen Trail-23-72 I first began hiking with Jim and Tom nine years ago. They were part of the Monday Morning Milers (MMM),
the first hiking group with which I started hiking.

Aspen Trail-24-72 Most of the MMM were lifetime hikers in southeast Arizona, many of whom were in their 80’s.

Aspen Trail-25-72 Jim recently celebrated his 90th birthday.

Aspen Trail-26-72 While Tom is a youngster like me, he’s 79.

Aspen Trail-27-72 Images by kenne

It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern,
And ceases to be a mere sequence —
Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy
Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution,
Which becomes, in the popular mind,
A means of disowning the past.
The moments of happiness — not the sense of well-being,
Fruition, fulfillment, security or affection,
Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination —
We had the experience but missed the meaning,
And approach to the meaning restores the experience
In a different form, beyond any meaning
We can assign to happiness.