Arizona Blue Eyes Along The Pima Canyon Trail (February 9, 2015) — Images by kenne
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Arizona Blue Eyes 2 comments
The Sonoran Desert Is Turning Into A Sea Of Floral Yellow 3 comments
Brittlebush Blooming In The Sonoran Desert — Images by kenne
With good rains earlier this month the Sonoran desert is beginning to explode into a colorful display that changes the brown desert landscape into a sea of floral yellow. With a little rain, this common desert scrub will begin to bloom and will do so almost year round. I last posted brittlebush blossom images two months ago.
kenne
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Springtime On The Patio 1 comment
Bee On Patio Flowers (February 3, 2015) — Image by kenne
Potted flowers bring
Springtime to the patio,
Bees share the moment.
— kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Full Moon Over Blackett’s Ridge 2 comments
Full Moon Along the Blackett’s Ridge Trail in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
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Hiking Romero Pools Trail, January 23, 2015 Leave a comment
Capturing The Moment — Patio Sunset 4 comments
Images at Sunset, January 24, 2015, by kenne
Patio Sunset
Our personal falling star
To be caught each day.
The song would tell you
To put it in your pocket
Instead it’s blogged here.
— kenne
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Winds of Change — “The Hidden Hand Deals Just One Round” Leave a comment
The Winds of Change — Image by kenne
On this Music Sunday, one of my favorite songs from the early 80’s.
“Winds Of Change”
Walk softly through the desert sands
Careful where you tread
Underfoot are the visions lost
Sleeping not yet dead
Hang on – Winds starting to howl
Hang on – The beast is on the prowl
Hang on – Can you hear the strange cry
Winds of change are blowing by
Mountains crumble and cities fall
Don’t come to an end
Just lie scattered on the desert floor
Waiting for the wind
[Chorus]
You got your life planned carefully
But you left out one detail
The hidden hand deals just one round
And the winds of change prevail
[Chorus]
Walk softly through the desert sand
Old dreams lead the way
Nothing new in the sands of time
Just changes every day
Hang on – It’s starting again
Hang on – There’s no shelter from the wind
Hang on – Like a fire from the sky
Winds of change are blowing by
— Jefferson Airship
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Hiking Pontatoc Ridge, January 16, 2015 Leave a comment
Hiking Pontatoc Ridge in the Santa Catalina Mountains (January 16, 2015) — Images by kenne
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Building A Nest In A Safe Place Leave a comment
Building a Nest in a Safe Place (Probably a Cactus Wren’s nest.) — Image by kenne
Birds Nest
Have you not seen the bird
flying far, again and again
collecting straws to weave a nest-
a home- for its young ones to be.
As eggs are hatched
out come the young
chirping or crying, to be fed,
the bird flies again, and again
collecting grains
to feed the young
who cannot fly
It chews the grain but does not swallow
beak to beak it feeds young fellow
caressingly and lovingly
so all are fed properly.
Young get wings, by and by:
and coaxed by the mother bird;
attempt to fly.
Then suddenly one day
the young one flies far away
It knows not where: and
The nest gets barren,
Lonely…
The bird DOES NOT GRIEVE
OR DOES IT
We humans, we do not know.
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Capturing The Moment. . . For Now Leave a comment
Capturing the Moment. . . For Now — Computer art by kenne
All bubbles will burst
Fear as to when
Creating a bubble for now.
Yesterday has gone
Greed wears the
mask of reality.
Tomorrow arrived
A day too early for most —
It is better now.
A new adventure
Following the pendulum —
Soon gone for now.
Returning in time
With new values
replacing the old.
In a new harmony
Swinging to-and-fro —
A fix for now.
kenne
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Listen, My Child, To The Silence 3 comments
A Couple Takes In The View Along The Trail — Image by kenne
The Silence
Listen, my child, to the silence.
An undulating silence,
a silence
that turns valleys and echoes slippery,
that bends foreheads
toward the ground.
— Federico García Lorca
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Crested Saguaro In Saguaro National Park Leave a comment
Image by kenne (December 19, 2014)
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Hiking the Douglas Springs, Carillo, Garwood Loop 2 comments
(CLICK ON ANY OF THE IMAGES TO SEE LARGER VIEW IN A SLIDESHOW FORMAT.)
Hiking the Douglas Spring, Carillo, Garwood Loop In The Saguaro National Park (December 19, 2014)
— Images by kenne
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”
― John Muir, Our National Parks
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Winter Solstice Sunset 2 comments
Winter Solstice Sunset, December 21, 2014 — Image by kenne
Winter’s Cloak
This year I do not want
the dark to leave me.
I need its wrap
of silent stillness,
its cloak
of long lasting embrace.
Too much light
has pulled me away
from the chamber
of gestation.
Let the dawns
come late,
let the sunsets
arrive early,
let the evenings
extend themselves
while I lean into
the abyss of my being.
Let me lie in the cave
of my soul,
for too much light
blinds me,
steals the source
of revelation.
Let me seek solace
in the empty places
of winter’s passage,
those vast dark nights
that never fail to shelter me.
— Joyce Rupp
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Watching The Mountains Wear Away 3 comments
Sunset Over The Santa Catalina Mountains Viewed from The Rincon Mountains — Image by kenne
Time in Tucson
We’re gonna spend some time in Tucson.
Watch the mountains wear away.
Gonna spend some time in Tucson,
Where the moment makes the day.
We’ll eat the sunrise for breakfast,
Have blue skies for lunch.
For dinner, ponder on a falling star,
Least, that’s our hunch.
We hear a song from The Old Pueblo,
Calling out our name to dance,
We’ve got to leave for Tucson,
While we’ve got the chance.
Gonna spend some time in Tucson.
Watch the mountains wear away.
Gonna spend some time in Tucson,
Where the moment makes the day.
— Dave Pierce
The trail begins merciful,
level and wide for
our first steps.
The sun greeting us
rising above the mountains
warming the morning air.
Our path is straight
into the canyon
through winter’s brown.
Soon the trail narrows
turning left, then right
with carved rock stairs.
The pace slows as
fellow hikers snake-line
up the steep slopes.
As we near the first ridge,
the sky seems smaller,
staying alert with each step.
Hiking the lower canyon walls,
soon we reach the first saddle,
we break for the vistas.
Seeing no bighorn sheep,
only white rocks mistook
for their white rumps.
Climbing up and
around the next ridge,
water flowing from its top.
A steep drop in the trail
beckons thoughts of yet
another ridge to climb.
Reaching a thousand feet
above the trailhead before
hiking down to the pools.
Winter rains have provided
plenty of water for breathtaking
views of the pools and falls.
Spring break will bring
students’ cliff jumping into
the deeper Romero Pools.
I share a silent moment
above the pools with
only my shadow companion.
— kenne
CLICK HERE TO SEE ALL PHOTOS OF HIKING ROMERO POOLS TRAIL, JANUARY 2015.
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