Aspen Draw Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
You should always know when
you’re shifting gears in life.
You should leave your era,
it should never leave you.
— Leontyne Price
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Aspen Draw Fall Colors Leave a comment
Road To Mt. Lemmon 1 comment
Fall Colors On The Road To Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
I know fall is here
You can feel it in the air
Signs are everywhere.
A blue sky above
Framing the colors of fall
Can we stop the clock?
The days are shorter
Our nights are by the fireplace
It’s hot-toddy time!
— kenne
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Aspen Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”
– Albert Camus
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Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors 2 comments
Hiking Mid-October on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Fall colors abound
Creating a tapestry
On the mountain trails.
— kenne
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A November Hike To Hutch’s Pool 2 comments
Fall Colors Along Sabino Creek Hiking to Hutch’s Pool — Panorama by kenne
One of my favorite hikes is to Hutch’s Pool. In the past, the Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN)
would guide a fall and spring hike, each hike having a many as 15 hikers.
However, like so many things, not this fall because of the pandemic.
The trail is open, but not for groups.
— kenne
* * * * *
I bear many scars,
but I also carry with me moments
that would not have happened
if I had not dared
to go beyond my limits.
— Paulo Coelho
Crossing Sabino Creek Below Hutch’s Pool — Image by kenne
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Aspen Draw Trail — Fall Colors 1 comment
Aspen Draw Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Walk the mountain trails
Beauty is all around us
Never to forget.
The words miss the mark
If only they could capture
The moment in time.
So, we keep trying
To share visual moments
And all its beauty.
— kenne
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Cabin In The Woods 1 comment
Cabin In The Woods (Mt. Lemmon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I wish I could escape to that cabin in the woods,
Where the trees have a face like no other.
And those trees play songs,
with the breeze sweeping through their branches.
I wish I could hear their songs.
Not just hear, but to actively listen
Because they fill their chords with notes of love.
I want their tunes to brush my ear
and their leaves to gently cover me from above.
The leaves that don’t crunch or wither or die.
The leaves are full of ever-increasing life.
When the fallen leaves have touched my skin
Chills cover my flesh and shoot me with a sensation.
I have been touched by this gracious life.
— from Cabin In The Woods by Little.Bird
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October On the Mountain — Photo-Artistry by kenne
OCTOBER
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
— Robert Frost
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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
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Cottonwoods Creating Fall Colors In The Desert Winter (01/02/20) — Image by kenne
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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
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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
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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.
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.
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.
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.
Most of the MMM were lifetime hikers in southeast Arizona, many of whom were in their 80’s.
Jim recently celebrated his 90th birthday.
While Tom is a youngster like me, he’s 79.
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.
— from “Four Quartets” by T. S. Eliot
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Colors On The Mountain — No Words 2 comments
Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors — Images by kenne
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December Fall Colors Along Sabino Creek 1 comment
December Fall Colors Along Sabino Creek — Images by kenne
None desert colors
Life is all about contrasts
Neither here or there.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 