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Deep In The Mountain Woods   Leave a comment

Mushrooms (1 of 1) blogMushrooms — Image by kenne

I look through the hole and saw a landscape like that behind
our home, uncared for, and wild. I moved back a few steps
because I sensed vaguely that something was about to  happen.

— from Childhood and Poetry, by Pablo Neruda

Aspens On Mt. Lemmon — Nature’s Way   2 comments

Aspens (1 of 1)-2 Masks blogAspens On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

Nature’s Way

Golden leaves twist in the breeze

Above the trail near the creek.

I desire to capture every moment

Knowing soon they will fall

To their place of resting 

No longer twisting in the sunlight —

Continuing nature’s way.

— kenne


Looking Back At an Icon of Summer   1 comment

End of Summer Columbine (1 of 1) grunge art blogThe Yellow Columbine, My Summer Icon — Computer Art Image by kenne

Summer has pasted

Still one image stays behind

Yellow Columbine.

— kenne

Capturing The Moment –“Who Includes Diversity, and is Nature . . .”   3 comments

Low Clouds Snow On Mountains (1 of 2) blogSabino Canyon with Fog in the Valley and Snow on Mt. Lemmon (12/12/07) —
This image by naturalist Phil Bentley captures the essence of Walt Whitman’s poem,”Kosmos”.



Who includes diversity and is Nature,

Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth and the equilibrium also,

Who has not look’d forth from the windows the eyes for nothing, or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing,

Who contains believers and disbelievers, who is the most majestic lover,

Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism, spiritualism, and of the æsthetic or intellectual,

Who having consider’d the body finds all its organs and parts good,

Who, out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body understands by subtle analogies all other theories,

The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of these States;

Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in other globes with their suns and moons,

Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,

The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.


Color Me Red   1 comment

Bear Wollow (1 of 1)-2 leaves_art blogColor Me Red — Image by kenne

Colors are changing

As rain drops still cover leaves

After forest rains.

— kenne

Color Thee Green To Red And Gray   1 comment

Bear Wollow (1 of 1)-2 leaves_art blogColor Thee Green to Red and Gray — Image by kenne

Autumn is seeking the Winter coma
How quickly the years bud fades away
Bug ratty or Autumn burnt, singed
There are brown holes in Summer clothes
No longer green, they’re gone ash gray
A brumal vacuum inserts itself in the air
And how much of a seer must one be
To read Winter encroachment in all this
I can flip a coin and I cannot predict
Heads or tails with any accuracy but
I do know that the rising coin will fall
This much at least I can predict unerringly

— from Autumn Variations, by SPMackin

Moss Sporophytes Dance   2 comments

Bear Wallow (1 of 1)-16_edit blogMoss Sporophytes On A Log In A Mountain Forest — Image by kenne

moss sporophytes dance

alternating phases in

terrestrial life

— kenne


Capturing The Moment — Leaves On A Log   3 comments

Bear Wallow  Leaves(1 of 1)-18_blogLeaves On A Log — Image by kenne

Leaves fall on a log

Adding color to its brown

Soon to be brown too.

— kenne


“. . . till they came to one wooden pole”   Leave a comment

Bear Wallow (1 of 1)-17_edit blogFall leaves and moss on an old tree stump, Mt. Lemmon. — Image by kenne

these people of the air

these people of the wind,

has a sense of where to go and how,

how to go north north-by-west north,

till they came to one wooden pole,

till they were home again.

— from The People, Yes, by Carl Sandburg


My Chautauqua Path   3 comments

Bear Wollow (1 of 1)Colors blogBear Wallow Trail, Mt. Lemmon (October 21, 2014) — Image by kenne

Mountain trails have become

my Chautauqua path 

where nature is my teacher,

where I learn to see things 

in their immediate appearance (Beauty)

and the relationship to their 

underlying form (Science).

Each is a part of reality,

one more surface,

the other more effect. 

Nature teaches us to think

in a harmonious way

blending the two realities,

not separate one from the other.

To see them as a 

dichotomous vision

results in our reality

being incomplete, false.

To accept the false dichotomy is easy,

our choices are comfortable —

black or white.

Thought that blends the two  

often generates hostility from both sides. 

For many, we learn to live

with the hostility by listening to nature

through which we can practice

creative intercourse among peoples.

— kenne

Fall Colors On Mt. Lemmon — Except Your Musing Heart   8 comments

Mt. Lemmon, Santa Catalina Mountains, October, 2014 — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images to see larger view in a slideshow format.)

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.

— from “The Autumn,” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Mountain Stream   2 comments

Ski Vally Colors (1 of 1)-3 blog Ski Vally Colors (1 of 1)-4 blog Ski Vally Colors (1 of 1)-5 blogMountain Stream (Mt. Lemmon) — Images by kenne

Rain kissed over night

Leaves falling near the stream

Twisting and turning

Under the forest canopy

For now blocking the morning sun

From brightening the new

Canvass of fall colors.

— kenne

Bear Claw Marks On Stump   1 comment

Ski Vally Colors (1 of 1)-6_edit bear clawing blogClaw marks made by bear foraging for insects — Image by kenne

Fall Colors In Black and White   2 comments

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Fall Colors In Black and White — Image by kenne

Lines, tones, contrasts

Are what make an image art —

 Color is pretty.

— kenne

Boxed And Framed For Fall Delivery   4 comments

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12“Boxed and Framed For Fall Delivery” — Image by kenne


a poem is a mountain

high above the city,

a place of contrasts,

filled with periods of

rain, snow and drought.

a poem is a mountain

filled with expressions of time,

filled with seasons

filled with life and death.

a poem is a mountain

growing old without pity

where God touches earth

bringing forth new life

changing earth’s colors.

a poem is a mountain

where rocks mark places, 

silence bringing on sound,

directing the eye

to things not seen —

only then does the 

— kenne

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