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Village Of Elgin Wine Tasting Room   Leave a comment

Village of Elgin, Arizona, Wine Tasting Room (June 23, 2018) — Image by kenne

One day in June
we tasted fine
Arizona wines.
Raising
a glass
with new
friends 
on the road

I quoted the poet
sounding effete,
being from Tucson:

“Oh, it was a brave
man who drink one.”
Feeling brave, we
proceeded to drink on.

— kenne

Check Engine Light Is On   3 comments

Somewhere in the Dark

My check engine light is on.

You know the one that comes on

even when everything seems fine,

but you know that it’s only a matter

of time before everything comes to a full stop?

Yeah. That.

My check engine light is on.

— kenne

Apache Beggarticks Wildflower   Leave a comment

Apache Beggarticks Wildflowers On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

As fall comes to Mt. Lemmon

The mixed conifer forest begins

To show its autumn colors as

Mountain wildflowers will remain

Until the winter snows start to fall

And Mt. Lemmon becomes a house

Without beams and walls.

— kenne

Morning Visitor   Leave a comment

Two-tailed Swallowtail On Meyer Lemmon Tree — Image by kenne

I don’t know why

but I’m pleased

swallowtails seem

to love our patio

Meyer lemon tree

making it easy for

me to set nearby

photographing these

beautiful butterflies.

— kenne

Pipevine Swallowtail On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

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

Empress Leilia Butterfly Painting   Leave a comment

Empress Leilia Butterfly Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Fall creeping through a dusty sky

Another wind blown gray shadow 

The piercing thorns tear at wings

Yellows and oranges muscling loose

Only someday to tire of the journey

Knowing the winds inevitable gyre.

— kenne

Wild Burro Canyon In The Tortolita Mountains   1 comment

Wild Burro Canyon In The Tortolita Mountains (March 12, 2012) — Panorama Created By Merging Three Photos By kenne

These mountains were home to the Hohokam (550 to 1540 A.D.) as evidenced by the amazing petroglyphs carved into rocks throughout the range. We also know that Spanish explorers sought mineral riches for their crown in the 1540s, and there was a short-lived mining boom in the 1860s.
 

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I will see you at the rock,

the rock at the pass —

not till you are lost,

then you will find me

by the river 

sitting on the rock.

You starting point will be

the mystery of my loneliness.

— kenne

Yetman Trail Panorama   Leave a comment

Yetman Trail — Panorama by kenne

beautiful vistas 

where the desert speaks

by not disturbing

your solitude

— kenne

Turkey Vulture Down By Wash   1 comment

Turkey Vulture Down By Wash — Image by kenne

waiting to take off

turkey vulture down by wash

Instinct will say when

— kenne

Optical Illusion — Revisited   Leave a comment

“Optical Illusion” — Abstract Art by kenne

Virtual Illusion

Saturday evening light
Flashback to yesteryears,
Listening to the radio
Reading to a musical background.

Pausing the reading,
Surfing radio frequencies
Listening to the words
Of one-note talk shows.

Turning the dial to the left
Searching for painted words
A spontaneous overflow
Streaming powerful feelings.

Hearing words of choice and form
Words expressing the unspoken
Evoking times past
With times present.

Connecting, but questioning,
Who is this poet?
Line after line
Words shared in time.

How could this be?
Do I know her?
Read her poetry?
Heard her read?

Who is she?
Continuing to listen
Who is she?
Words replaced by silence.

Listening carefully,
Who is she?
Loueva Smith –
That’s it, Loueva Smith!

Knowing her name,
Time to Google —
Generating 21 results
One, DoubleTake #13.

Now I know
A virtual illusion
Figment of imagination
Arising out of nothingness.

But, just maybe
She does exist
In the middle
Of nowhere else to go.

Searching through office shelves,
There it was, DoubleTake #13.
Found, but not lost,
Words “…she had learned to keep quiet.”

— kenne (2008)

Curve-billed Thrasher Video   3 comments

This curve-billed thrasher was one of two on the neighbor’s ocotillo plant that I videoed in the following clip. — kenne

Chlorophyll captures hard radiation

My plumage explodes forth with colors bright

Transmutes into my dream’s pigmentation

In proud defiance of sun’s bleaching light

 

My plumage explodes forth with colors bright

I sprout a thousand flames rose tangerine

In proud defiance of sun’s bleaching light

Brush bold orange on the baked desert scene

— from Ocotillo by Tom Quigley 

Arizona State Butterfly   1 comment

Two-tailed Swallowtail, Arizona’s State Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

On the wings of time

Butterflies color the skies

As the seasons pass.

— kenne

Mill Gears Abstract Painting   3 comments

Mill Gears Abstract Painting (Burwell-Morgan Mill) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Massage wooden gears

old mill stones

powered by water

grinding raw grains 

still operational —

life is all about

how well we

shift the gears.

— kenne

Birds Near Tubac, Arizona   3 comments

Ash-throated Flycatcher Near Tubac Along The Santa Cruz River 

Ash-throated Flycatcher Near Tubac Along The Santa Cruz River

Lesser Goldfinch In A Mesquite Tree

Albert’s Towhee — Images by kenne

One of the birding trips I went on during last month’s Tucson Audubon Society’s annual birding festival was to Tubac,
which is located near the Santa Cruz River. These are a few of the better shots I was able to get while there.

Since I live in the Tucson area and often hiked trails in and around Tubac, most all the birds we saw I can see from my patio.
The major difference was being able to spend time with birders from all across the country and Mexico —
an interesting group of people, if you get my drift.

— kenne

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

— Emily Dickinson

Southern Dogface # 7   Leave a comment

Southern Dogface # 7 — Image by kenne

The southern dogface is a common butterfly this time of year here in Tucson,
and they are especially attracted to the Mexican Bird of Paradise blossoms. 

Though nothing can bring back the hour      

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;     

      We will grieve not, rather find     

      Strength in what remains behind; 

      In the primal sympathy    

      Which having been must ever be;

      In the soothing thoughts that spring       

      Out of human suffering;   

      In the faith that looks through death,     

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

— from 536. Ode Intimations of Immortality by William Wordsworth

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