Archive for the ‘Pipevine Swallowtail’ Tag
Pipevine Swallowtail On Mt. Lemmon Trail — Image by kenne
The trailhead next to power transformers,
A path next to a chain-linked fence.
Converging rocky paths lined by ferns,
One with vistas of the valley below
The other, with a hill of pines singing, soon
Opening to a grassy meadow of wildflowers.
— kenne
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly (Tanuri Ridge) — Image by kenne
“Bring peace to your heart
And wings to your soul.”
— kenne
Pipevine Swallow on a Thistle (Sabino Canyon) — Image by kenne
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly On a Mexican Bird of Paradice. — Image by kenne
“When words become unclear,
I shall focus with photographs.
When images become inadequate,
I shall be content with silence.”
— Ansel Adams.
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly On Mexican Bird of Paradise — Image by kenne
“There is nothing in a caterpillar
that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly.”
— Buckminster Fuller
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly — Images by kenne
my symbol of life
rests on a nearby flower
wings keep on moving
— kenne
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly On A Bearded Penstemon — Image by kenne
Thinking about a poem I’ll never write.
With gut on wood and hide, and plucking thumb,
Grope and stutter for the words, invent a tune,
In any tongue, this moment one time true
Be wine or blood of rhythm drives it through—
A leap of words to things and there it stops.
Creating empty caves and tools in shops
And holy domes, and nothing you can name;
The long old chorus blowing underfoot
Makes high wild notes of mountains in the sea.
O Muse, a goddess gone astray
Who warms the cow and makes the wise man sane,
(& even madness gobbles demons down)
Then dance through jewelled trees & lotus crowns
For Narihira’s lover, the crying plover,
For babies grown and childhood homes
And moving, moving, on through scenes and towns
Weep for the crowds of men
Like birds gone south forever.
— from A Stone Garden by Gary Snyder
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly — Image by kenne
The Pipevine Swallowtail (Battus philenor) is one of my favorite butterflies common in the Tucson area. It is a
large butterfly with a wingspan of about 3.5 inches. This butterfly ranges throughout the U.S. and Central America.
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Pipevine Swallowtail Abstract — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual.
Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom.
If one could but recall his vision by some sort of sign. It was in this hope that the arts were invented.
Sign-posts on the way to what may be. Sign-posts toward greater knowledge.”
— Robert Henri
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly On Thistle — Images by kenne
May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun.
And find your shoulder to light on.
To bring you luck, happiness, and riches.
Today, tomorrow and beyond.
— An Irish Blessing
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Pipevine Swallowtail — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Pipevine Swallowtail — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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More Signs of Spring In Sabino Canyon (Pipevine Swallowtail) — Image by kenne
Truth never dies. The ages come and go.
The mountains wear away, the stars retire.
Destruction lays earth’s mighty cities low;
And empires, states and dynasties expire;
But caught and handed onward by the wise,
Truth never dies.
— author unknown
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Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
It is so unsatisfactory to read a noble passage
and have no one you love at hand
to share the happiness with you.
— Mark Twain
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Pipevine Butterfly Photo-Artistry by kenne
I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke.
Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly or
am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man.
— Zhuangzi
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Pipevine Swallowtail Photo-Artistry by kenne
Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas —
Just at noon — no later — Sweet —
Then — the License closes —
Some such Spice — express and pass —
Subject to Your Plucking —
As the Stars — You knew last Night —
Foreigners — This Morning —
by Emily Dickinson
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Becoming is Superior to Being 