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White-lined Sphinx Moth   Leave a comment

White-lined Sphinx Moth — Image by kenne

Interesting creature —
is it a bird, a plane or
a white-lined sphinx moth?

— kenne

 

Bee On Whitestem Blazingstar Wildflower   Leave a comment

Bee On Whitestem Blazingstar Wildflower (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne

These first days of summer are like the pail
of blueberries that we poured out together
into the iron sink in the basement —

a brightness unleashed and spilling over
with tiny bell-shaped flowers, the windows
opened and the shrubs overwhelming the house

like the memory of a forgotten country, Nature,
with its wandering migrations and changing borders,
its thickets, woodlands, bee-humming meadows . . .

— from Summer Surprised Us by Edward Hirsch

Things To Be Desired   1 comment

Things To Be Desired — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The poem Desiderata has shaped the lives of many and will continue to do so for years to come.

Desiderata

GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

By Max Ehrmann © 1927
Original text

Salt River Canyon   3 comments

Salt River Canyon — HDR Image by kenne

She drives through the canyon

Taking each curve slowly

Controling both the car

and her nerves.

— kenne

Nothingness   2 comments

Brother Tom at the Fish Market Window in Seattle — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Nothingness

Staring out the window
nothing comes into view,
fog drafts off the sound

It doesn’t matter
if nothing is seen,
gaze drafts afar

Even the usual seagulls
are overlooked,
even their calls

It is as if my senses
have ceased,
for the duration

Standing at the window
in my solitude,
fade into nothingness

Yet, still waiting
in my loneliness,
the vacuum to end.

— kenne

 

Blue Dasher Dragonfly   4 comments

Blue Dasher Dragonfly — Image by kenne

The Dragonfly

Today I saw the dragonfly

Come from the wells where he did lie.

An inner impulse rent the veil

Of his old husk: from head to tail

Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.

He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;

Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dew

A living flash of light he flew.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Marina On The Bay   Leave a comment

Marina On the Bay — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Are become unsubstantial, reduced by a wind,
A breath of pine, and the woodsong fog
By this grace dissolved in place

What is this face, less clear and clearer
The pulse in the arm, less strong and stronger —
Given or lent? more distant than stars and nearer than the eye
Whispers and small laughter between leaves and hurrying feet
Under sleep, where all the waters meet.

— from Marina by T. S. Eliot

Mt. Lemmon Cabin   2 comments

Mt. Lemmon Turkey Run Cabin — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Cabin

There’s always an injury
when we compare one thing
to something else, the tepid moon
to its jealous sister, the viscous fog
to seven years of silence.
And any word can be a knife
when thrown with care.
We sacrifice our hearts
for the quietness of books.
A loaf of bread cooling on the counter
is a wild act of love.
Even as I dislodge every spider web
in the cabin, we will still find
something caught and dying
in the morning,
eyes glistening like dew
in the back of the fireplace
where newspapers and forests
become opportunities
for longing.

— Grant Clauser

Here We Go Round The Prickly Pear   1 comment

Prickly Pear — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Here we go round the prickly pear
    Prickly pear prickly pear
    Here we go round the prickly pear
    At five o’clock in the morning.

   
    Between the idea
    And the reality
    Between the motion
    And the act
    Falls the Shadow

— from The Hollow Men by T. S. Eliot

Clouds   1 comment

Clouds But No Monsoon, Yet — Image by kenne

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

— Joni Mitchel

Summer Solstice Day   Leave a comment

Summer Solstice Day — Water Color Art by kenne

Children,

pouring water

over the 

emerald glass

on this summer 

solstice day —

pulsating 

 from the center

of the planet,

spinning

and blending 

with the water,

generating 

an intimacy 

with all things.

The flowing water

doesn’t hinder

the emerald glass,

glowing 

just below the surface

providing color

to the mountains;

the sound of running water

music to the heart,

realizing completeness.

— kenne

View Off Wilderness Rocks Trail   Leave a comment

View Off Wilderness Rocks Trail in the Santa Catalina Mountains (08/08/14) — Image by kenne

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In a tangle of cliffs, I chose a place –
Bird paths, but no trails for me.
What’s beyond the yard?
White clouds clinging to vague rocks.
Now I’ve lived here – how many years –
Again and again, spring and winter pass.
Go tell families with silverware and cars
“What’s the use of all that noise and money?”

Han-shan, Cold Mountain Poems Translated by Gary Snyder

Jay   1 comment

Mexican Jay on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

Jays are great tree planters.

by Jackie Morris

Mt. Lemmon Is Dry!   4 comments

Mt. Lemmon Is Dry — Image by kenne

The Summer monsoon officially starts today.

However, nature didn’t get the message.

Whether in the desert valley or the mountains

the drought continues to preach the southwest.

Will this monsoon season be another nonsoom?

kenne

Aspen Loop One Year Out After The Big Horn Fire   5 comments

SCVN Friday hikes on Mt. Lemmon have

Begun with more excitement than usual,

Last year’s hikes being a casualty of the

Big Horn Fire and the pandemic.

Marshall Gulch #3

Marshall Gulch Parking Area

Leaving behind morning temperatures

In the mid-eights, we gathered at Marshall Gulch

To hike the Aspen Loop, combining the Aspen

And Marshall Gulch trails for a 4.3-mile hike.

 

Marshall Gulch survived the fire, as did

Most of the trail. But the Aspen Trail

Wasn’t so lucky with parts that burned

From the 1993 Aspen Fire burning again.

Aspen Trail (June 15, 2015)

Over the years, I watch aspens and pines

And many other native plants return

Among the charred remains of the Aspen Fire

Only now to experience that same fate.

Last year’s fires were followed by the driest year

On record, delaying the reclamation process

And trail clearing to provide for safe hiking

On the grayest powder covering the trails.

The mountain ferns were among the plants

To return only weeks after containing the fire,

Providing hope to those grieving over the lose

Of so much beauty found on these mountain trails.

Now so exposed, the trail seems longer

Each step requiring a watchful eye

For this out of shape hiker, navigating

The loose gravel and ankle turning rocks.

Just beyond the ridge, a line of trees

Was missed by the very erratic wildfire

As if it turned on a dime, redirecting

The firefighting crew from Montana.

Soon the trail turns away from the freshly

Scared land rambling among tall ponderosas

Shadows formed by the whole clear

Cloudless sky moving across the trail.

Images by kenne

I’ve hiked the trails on Mt. Lemmon

Now ten summers, where troubles cease,

untangled silent knowledge contemplating

A void in a world that exceeds stillness.

— kenne

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