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Hiking Wildhorse Trail In Saguaro National Park   Leave a comment

After a day of rain in the Tucson basin and snow on Mt. Lemmon, Tom, John, Jim and I
hiked the Wildhorse Trail in the Saguaro National Park-East.Wild Horse Trail-8.jpg

Wild Horse Trail-18-72

Wild Horse Trail-22-72

Wild Horse-16-72Click Here To See More Wildhorse Trail Images by kenne

Some critic tried to put me down —
“Your poems lack the Basic Truth of Tao”
And I recall the old-times
Who were poor and didn’t care.
I have to laugh at him,
He misses the point entirely,
Men like that
Ought to stick to making money.

— Gary Snyder

 

 

Stumped In Time   3 comments

Log (1 of 2)-art-72.jpgStumped in Time — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Time logged in time

Circles go round and round

Age lines crack the years

Only a stump remains

Stumped in time

— kenne

Saying Goodbye To Fall On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Aspen Draw Trail-978307200 blog.jpgSaying 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

Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Aspen Draw Fall Colors-8406-72.jpgAspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

LEAVES

Dearly beloved, we are gathered
here together today to look into
the face of the river.
One of us has stayed at home
to rake the leaves,
gathering those poor tears
shed for the rest of us.
If there is one among you
who sees in the face of the river
your own, please step forward
and identify the source of your
wealth. If not, can you give us
a thumbnail sketch 
of the important philosophers
in Golden Greece?

An old cedar stood  by,
simply thankful she existed.
And a young fox, who had
neither dreams nor feelings
in the French.
And the one at a distance
raking the leaves did not
think of them as tears,
but as simple toil, conducted
without compromise.
In the sweet fresh morning
how good it was to be alone
with potato paring filling
his mind. To whom should he speak?
There was no one but the leaves
and the leaves did not feel
he had anything worth saying.

— Mary Ruefle

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

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Mt. 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

 

Another Take On A Old Image   Leave a comment

Fall Leaves Art-II-2-72Another Take On A Old Image — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Nature is not evil. The world occasionally shrugs its shoulders,
and people get knocked off.
The earth, for geological reasons that
are well known,
is a fairly risky place to live. To be evil,
you have to have intent.
Any remarkable natural happening
in which no human will is employed
cannot be regarded as evil.

— Simon Winchester

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-8-72After 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-21-72I 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-23-72I 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-24-72Most of the MMM were lifetime hikers in southeast Arizona, many of whom were in their 80’s.

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

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

Aspen Trail-27-72Images 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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