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Blackberry Season In East Texas — Photo Essay   Leave a comment

Blackberry Season In East Texas — Photo Essay by kenne

A walk in East Park

Thick woods where the swamp drains

Into the river.

— kenne

Spring Yard Flowers Around Our Tucson Home — A Photo Essay   Leave a comment

Late Spring Flowers in the Desert — Images by kenne
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Windy Point Girl — Photo Essay   Leave a comment

Rock Climbing Mt LemonWindy Point Vista — Images by kenne

In August 2010 I took over 83 photos a young woman and two men climbing the rock spire at Windy Point Vista along Catalina Highway. It ended up being a fun unplanned project. I put a video together using the photos and also uploaded them to my Flickr account.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/kennetu/albums/72157624822900088

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Climbing the Rock Spire at Windy Point Video

Here’s a link to a 360 view at Windy Point Vista:

https://www.360cities.net/image/windy-point-vista-tucson-az

Greater Roadrunner Photo Essay   3 comments

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Greater Roadrunner Photo Essay by kenne

Alert and cunning

All business searching for food

This is not a show.

— kenne

Predator And Prey   1 comment

On Thursday of this past week, Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists were teaching two first grade classes about predator and prey in a program we call “Now You See It.” My responsibility for the month of April is to coordinate the Thursday schedule with the teachers. Once the children are in the canyon, my job is one of “managing by walking around.”

While in the riparian area near the creek and dam I could hear a nearby cooper’s hawk. Following the sound, I spotted him on a dead limb high above the creek where he had caught a small bird. What a “real time” example of predator and prey for the day’s lesson. What follows are images and a video of the encounter, which I shared with the children.

— kenne

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Cooper’s Hawk Images and Video by kenne

Predator And Prey — Cooper’s Hawk

The varying modes of flight exhibited by our diurnal birds of prey
have always been to me a subject of great interest,
especially as by means of them I have found myself enabled
to distinguish one species from another,
to the farthest extent of my power of vision.

— John James Audubon

Hiking Bug Springs Trail   2 comments

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Yesterday’s Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists Friday hike was the Bug Springs trail. Six years ago Joy and hiked this trail with the “Monday Morning Milers.” During the hike, Joy’s hiking shoes began to hurt her feet, so Edi Moore and I kept a slower pace with her.

Near the end of the hike, there’s a fork in the trail. At the time there was not a trail marker. When Edi and I reached the fork, we didn’t realize Joy had fallen back and therefore would not see which way we turned. As fate would have it, she turned left toward the toward Sycamore Reservoir.

We didn’t realize that Joy was not behind us till we got to the Bug Springs parking lot, then I turned back to get her. To say the least, Joy was pissed. “How could you go off and leave me?” she said.  To this day Joy has not hike again with me. She will never let me forgot that I had gone off and left her. A lesson learned but not forgiven. The above image is for Joy — Love you!

— kenne

Hiking Bug Springs Trail, April 14, 2017 — Images by kenne
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Signs Of Spring In The Desert   2 comments

Signs Of Spring In The Desert — Photo Essay by kenne

Desert Song

I thirst
for your rivers
your rippling mesas of sand
gold mirrors
on your sinuous curves

I thirst
for the saguaro
for the sweet juice of cactus
in the prickling sweat
of a desert sun

I thirst
for the searing of hot valleys
the bend of shimmer and heat
that bow that arcs the arrow
toward this center, my heart

I thirst
for the bloom, the sweet
languorous smells
this subtle perfume
elusive, as the scuttle of desert life

I thirst
for this tallest, deepest night
of stars and silence
when the moon is only a moon
silvering this light

— Ruth Housman

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