“Fall Drifting Away” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Fall drifting away
On the creek above the dam
Filtered through the sun.
— kenne
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Ghost Of Desert Future 2 comments
Ghost of Desert Future — Photo-Artistry by kenne
This post is a follow-up to the previously posted “Ghost of Desert Past. — kenne
The warrior of light embraces his passions
and enjoys them intensely.
He knows that there is no need
to renounce the pleasures of conquest;
they are part of life and bring joy
to all those who participate in them.
— Paulo Coelho
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Three Ravens Of Christmas — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ravens high on a snow-covered tree
Carrying on a winter conversation
Shaking snow on passersby.
What fun for them and those watching
Sharing the spirit of a new-fallen snow
Passing clouds and a nipping wind
Add mystery to a wintery scene.
— kenne
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Mountain Cabin — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Night, and I travelling.
An open door by the wayside,
Throwing out a shaft of warm yellow light.
A whiff of peat-smoke;
A gleam of delf on the dresser within;
A woman’s voice crooning, as if to a child.
I pass on into the darkness.
— Joseph Campbell
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“What?” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Habitation
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn
the edge of the receding glacier
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far
we are learning to make fire
— Margaret Atwood
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Sonoran Desert Fenceline — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The relationship
between imagination
and knowledge is how
we best tell the critical
stories of the desert.
— Alberto Rios
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Fall Reflections — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
John Muir
