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Phainopepla Photo Painting   Leave a comment

Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

This beautiful bird

Looks like a black cardinal

You should guess again.

— kenne

Sunset Art   Leave a comment

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

Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly   1 comment

Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly On Mexican Bird of Paradice — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Saguaro Shadows   Leave a comment

Saguaro Shadows — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Saguaro Shadows

Sun above the canyon wall

Alone, I hum songs.

— kenne

Solar Canning Jar Art   Leave a comment

Solar Canning Jar — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sitting On The Fence   Leave a comment

Eastern Bluebird Sitting On The Fence — Painting by kenne

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

— Henry David Thoreau

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

Camera Shop   Leave a comment

Camera Shop — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Storefronts softly fade

under a solid blue sky

near Spanish Plaza.

— kenne

A Thirsty Hummingbird   Leave a comment

A Thirsty Hummingbird — Photo-Artistry by kenne


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

Two-tailed Swallowtail   2 comments

Two-tailed Swallowtail — Photo-Artistry by kenne


Floating flower
in the sky.
Kiss me with your
Petal wings—
Whisper secrets,
Tell of spring.


Immature Cooper’s Hawk   Leave a comment

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.”

Bluejay Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

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


The Earth Is Melting   Leave a comment

Destruction — Photo-Artistry by kenne


tells us

we are 


the human-nature


if only we cared

having lost


as the fire

and the rose

become one

— kenne

Flycatcher Art: The Unattended Moment   Leave a comment

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


A Seashore Day   1 comment

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

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