Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
This beautiful bird
Looks like a black cardinal
You should guess again.
— kenne
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Sunset Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“A sunset tells us what we are and where we should head to.
It’s a spiritual guide powered by Mother Nature
and one that we should never neglect —
Honor this priceless natural treasure
concealed in night shadows.”
— kenne
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Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly On Mexican Bird of Paradice — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Saguaro Shadows — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Saguaro Shadows
Sun above the canyon wall
Alone, I hum songs.
— kenne
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Solar Canning Jar Art Leave a comment
Solar Canning Jar — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Eastern Bluebird Sitting On The Fence — Painting by kenne
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
— Henry David Thoreau
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Sunflowers In Light and Shadow Leave a comment
Sunflowers In Black & White — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“All the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.”
— Leo Tolstoy
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Camera Shop — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Storefronts softly fade
under a solid blue sky
near Spanish Plaza.
— kenne
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A Thirsty Hummingbird — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Water
Summer days are hot
Several gallons each day
Go in the fountain.
The olive tree shade
The fountain and thirsty birds
Nature at my door.
— kenne
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Two-tailed Swallowtail — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Butterfly
Flutterby,
Butterfly,
Floating flower
in the sky.
Kiss me with your
Petal wings—
Whisper secrets,
Tell of spring.
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Immature Cooper’s Hawk Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Until the mid-twentieth century, Cooper’s hawks were hunted as vermin. Indeed the farmer considered this
“chicken hawk” one of his primary foes. The Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918 changed all that and became
Cooper’s hawk’s protection when it was amended in 1972 to include raptors, making it illegal to kill a raptor
or take their eggs or even their feathers. During that same period, chicken farming evolved to the current system
in which the chickens are better protected in environmentally controlled facilities; even the suburban farmer
with a backyard coop now focuses on other means of protection than his shotgun.
The beleaguered Cooper’s hawk of the early twentieth century became an endangered species in many states,
and the use of pesticides in the period after World War II further decimated the hawk. However, with the cessation
of some of the more harmful pesticides, a slow but steady increase in the number of breeding pairs began
in the 1960s to 1970s. Now, the population has recovered, and the species thrives once more.
Today, instead of regarding the hawk as a “blood-thirsty villain,” it is more fashionable to focus on
Cooper’s hawk’s admirable traits: his agility and speed, his hunting prowess, and his feisty attitude.
So now, we are more tolerant of his appetite for avian prey.” Source: coopershawks.com
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Bluejay On Seed Block — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Everyone likes birds.
What wild creature is more
accessible to our eyes and ears,
as close to us and everyone in the world,
as universal as a bird?
— David Attenborough
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Destruction — Photo-Artistry by kenne
nature
tells us
we are
destroying
the human-nature
relationship
if only we cared
having lost
Umwelt
as the fire
and the rose
become one
— kenne
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Flycatcher in Flight — Photo-Artistry by kenne
For most of us,
There is only the unattended Moment,
The moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
— from Four Quartets, “The Dry Salvages” by T. S. Eliot
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A Seashore Day — Photo-Artistry by kenne
On the Sea
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often ’tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where it sometime fell.
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody—
Sit ye near some old Cavern’s Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!
— John Keats
Becoming is Superior to Being 