Moon Over Zion National Park (5/20/15) — Image by kenne
The moon hangs above Zion,
indifferent to cameras,
indifferent to me.
I adjust the tripod anyway—
an old man’s argument
with impermanence.
Archive for the ‘Photography’ Tag
Moon Over Zion 2 comments
Dancing to the Blues in Houston 3 comments
Dancing to the Blues in Houston (3/9/08) — Image by kenne
A slow blues drifts through the club.
The dancers move closer together,
letting the rhythm do the work.
Around them, the city stretches for miles—
freeways, refineries, neighborhoods, and histories—
all somehow finding their way into the music.
For a few minutes,
the whole of Houston
seems to be keeping time.
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Photographing Hummingbirds Leave a comment
Photographing Hummingbirds — Image by kenne
A hummingbird may arrive or it may not.
The camera remains, patient and indifferent.
Photography often resembles this arrangement:
a machine prepared for a moment that cannot be commanded.
The image, when it comes, will seem instantaneous.
Yet it will be the product of waiting, of expectation,
and of the photographer’s quiet belief that significance
may reveal itself in a fraction of a second.
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Black Sky Over Sabino Canyon 1 comment
Saguaros in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
The black sky rolled across the canyon wall,
throwing long shadows over the saguaros.
For an instant, the desert became a study in contrasts—
dark sky, bright cactus, silence broken only by distant thunder.
No cathedral built by human hands could rival this
rough sanctuary of rock, sky, and living towers.
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The Sky’s Announcement 1 comment
Image by kenne
The sky
doesn’t use words.
It just turns gold,
then amber,
then impossible.
And somehow
we all get the message:
Fall is here.
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Life Begins At Dawn Leave a comment
Sunrise — Image by kenne
Morning Path
Life begins at dawn,
the world does not ask
where you have been.
It asks only
whether you are ready
to take the next step.
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Catalina Storm 1 comment
Image by kenne
Catalina Storm
the storm came in
like it owned the place.
the foothills went dark,
the saguaros stood there
taking it.
that’s the thing about the desert—
months of begging for rain,
then acting surprised
when it finally shows up.
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The Case of Mistaken Identity Leave a comment
Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne
The Case of Mistaken Identity
To the untrained eye,
this queen butterfly is a monarch—
just another orange traveler
floating through the morning sun
as if it had nowhere special to be.
But lean in a little closer.
Notice the absence of those dark veins,
the subtler markings,
the slightly different arrangement
of nature’s handwriting.
It is like mistaking one hiker for another
from across the ridge,
until they wave
and remind you
that everyone carries
a distinct face into the world.
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Shades of Red Sunset Leave a comment
Shades of Red Sunset — Image by kenne
A red sunset
rests upon Tucson
like a hand
on an old friend’s shoulder.
The mountains listen.
The ocotillo stands still.
Even the wind
seems content to wait.
Then slowly,
almost tenderly,
the color fades,
leaving the desert
richer for having held it.
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We Share A Moment In The Texas Hill Country — Image by kenne
The sun slips down
behind the live oaks.
We raise our glasses
to nothing in particular—
which turns out
to be everything.
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Plume Thistle 2 comments
Plume Thistle On The Sunset Trail — Image by kenne
The trail winds upward
through oak and pine,
and there it stands—
the plume thistle,
guarded on all sides.
No one reaches for it.
No one gathers it
into a bouquet.
Yet the bees know better.
They arrive humming,
certain of the treasure
within the fortress.
I remember how often
the world mistakes protection
for hostility,
and caution
for indifference.
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Yellow Salsify Seed Heads Leave a comment
Yellow Salsify seeds — Image by kenne
Before the leaves have turned,
before the mountains
have lost their summer haze,
the salsify knows.
Its seeds rise
into the cooling air,
announcing a season
the rest of us
have not yet noticed.
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Not Just Another Sunset Leave a comment
Image by kenne
The sun descends behind
the western mountains,
yet leaves behind
a kingdom of light.
Clouds become banners
of gold and scarlet.
The desert floor glows softly,
as though illuminated
from within.
Not just another sunset—
but a Tucson evening,
where earth and sky
exchange their vows once more
before the coming night.
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Bottle Brush Bush Blossom — Image by kenne
The bottle brush blooms as if it remembers another country. Its scarlet flowers hang from the branches like tiny brushes dipped in paint, each one catching sunlight and holding it a moment longer than the day allows. Hummingbirds arrive without invitation. They know what I sometimes forget—that beauty does not announce itself. It waits in the yard, patient as an old relative, until someone finally looks.
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Song of the Butterfly 1 comment
Orange Sulphur On a Mexican Bird of Paradise — Image by kenne
Song of the Butterfly
(In the Style of Walt Whitman)
I celebrate the Orange Sulphur!
I celebrate the yellow wanderer,
resting for a moment upon
the red and gold extravagance
of the Mexican Bird of Paradise.
Not hurried,
not troubled by clocks or calendars,
it pauses in the desert sunlight,
its wings holding the color of ripe lemons,
of dawn breaking over distant mountains.
O small traveler!
You belong to the flowers,
to the wind,
to the same vast earth
that bears the mountains and the sea.
