Hiking to the Sierra Nevada Mountain Lakes. (August 2006) Image by kenne
Life must be lived moment by moment.
Each moment carries a message,
a lesson for us.
— David K. Reynolds
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Hiking To The Sierra Nevada Mountain Lakes — Flashback Leave a comment
Giant Saguaro Cactus In Sabino Canyon 1 comment
Giant Saguaro Cactus In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Along the mountain ridges,
Across the desert floor;
Arms like verdant armor,
Stalwarts guard our door.
Shading for the lizard,
Haven for the wren,
Source of inspiration,
For past and present men.
–Earl Bloss, “Saguaros,” in Arizona Highways, 1973
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Windswept Trail Leave a comment
Windswept Trail In The Santa Catalina Mountains (This area was burned 18 years ago.) — Image by kenne
time passed since the burn
was called the aspen fire
many square miles chared
— kenne
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Three Marine Blue Butterflies 1 comment
Three Marine Blue Butterfies On a Green-headed Coneflower (White Mountains) — Image by kenne
three is not a crowd
whole field of the present view
things which are before
— kenne
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Saguaro Sunrise 1 comment
Saguaro Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
saguaro sunrise
just above the canyon ridge
shadows in the dark
— kenne
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The Lone Hiker Leave a comment
The Lone Hiker — Photo-Artistry by kenne
now in his eighties
living moment by moment
carries a message
time past time present
both in time future
— kenne
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Marine Blue 3 comments
Marine Blues On a Green-headed Coneflower — Image by kenne
More rain over night
More sweat in the morning walk
Fewer walkers out
— kenne
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Common Gallinule 1 comment
Adult Common Gallinule (Sweetwater Wetlands, Tucson) — Image by kenne
The common gallinule (Gallinula galeata) is a bird in the family Rallidae. It was split from the common moorhen by the American Ornithologists’ Union in July 2011. It lives around well-vegetated marshes, ponds, canals, and other wetlands in the Americas. The species is not found in the polar regions or many tropical rainforests. Elsewhere, the common gallinule is likely the most commonly seen rail species in much of North America, except for the American coot in some regions. — Wikipedia
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Mt. Lemmon Cabin 2 comments
Mt. Lemmon Turkey Run Cabin — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Cabin
There’s always an injury
when we compare one thing
to something else, the tepid moon
to its jealous sister, the viscous fog
to seven years of silence.
And any word can be a knife
when thrown with care.
We sacrifice our hearts
for the quietness of books.
A loaf of bread cooling on the counter
is a wild act of love.
Even as I dislodge every spider web
in the cabin, we will still find
something caught and dying
in the morning,
eyes glistening like dew
in the back of the fireplace
where newspapers and forests
become opportunities
for longing.
— Grant Clauser
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Hiking Turkey Run On Mt. Lemmon 3 comments
Turkey Run Gallery by kenne
I was originally scheduled to lead the SCVN Turkey Run Trail hike tomorrow. However, because of some nagging leg problems,
I had to bow out. Instead, I did hike Turkey Run with two friends (Tom and John) last Friday. Usually, by this time of year,
there are plenty of wildflowers, but not this year. The gallery contains cow parsnip, New Mexico Locust, and silverpuff.
— kenne
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Jay 1 comment
Mexican Jay on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Jays are great tree planters.
by Jackie Morris
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Old Line Camp Cabin Leave a comment
Old Line Camp Cabin — Image by kenne
Old Line Camp Cabin
A few building stones remain
Near the hiking trail.
— kenne
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Monkeyflowers On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment
Monkeyflowers On Mt. Lemmon (June 11, 2021) — Image by kenne
Sometimes when writing
I take whatever words come,
like a drifting boat.
— kenne
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Happiness 4 comments
Happiness — Image by kenne
I remember sitting there looking out over the valley,
there was such a sense of circumstance.
You know, that feeling that this is happiness.
It was the moment, right then.
— kenne
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Yellow-eyed Junco On Old Mining Wheel 2 comments
Yellow-eyed Junco On Old Mining Wheel — Image by kenne
Old friends? They mostly vanish, they are ghosts out on the road
Some turned around, threw up their hands, and disappeared
Like old folk songs, their stories change, fairytales of love and pain
Another verse, another chorus, one more year.
— from The Light Beyond the Coyote Fence by Tom Russell
