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Life and Death in Sabino Canyon   Leave a comment

Life and Death in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

First/Last Meditation

Time
is in night’s colors.
Quiet night.
Over enormous moons,
eternity
is set at twelve.
Time’s gone to sleep
forever
in his tower.
All clocks
deceive us.
Time at last has
horizons.

— Federico Garcia Lorca

The Flower That Smiles Today   Leave a comment

Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne

The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world’s delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.

— from The Flower That Smiles Today by Percy Shelley

Chasing Life’s Horizons   Leave a comment

Hiking Rock Creek Trail (August 6, 2006) — Images by kenne

Chasing Life’s Horizons

Ain’t nothing better

than hiking through

a window in the sky —

the air is fresh,

the sky is blue,

a magical mystery

in a world of horizons

far as the eye can see.

Chased by every hiker,

a vision soon left behind

only to be replaced

by another, another 

magical mystery.

— kenne

Rock Creek is a beautiful Eastern Sierra backcountry canyon in the John Muir Wilderness (Jerry, George, and Kenne, August 6, 2006)

“Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.”

― Thomas Mann

Let Us Build Bridges   1 comment

Selma, Alabama is the Ninth Poorest City in Amarica Per Capital (August 10, 2021)
Selma Gave America the Right to Call Itself A Democracy

We still have many bridges to CROSS,
So come on ya’ll and LET US!

Let us start, Yes you and me
With a simple and easy decree,
To do something simple, EVERYDAY,
To uplift Ourselves and Our Families,
In small, Nugget-size Ways!

So,

When STONES are THROWN to Slay
Us ALL,
We Must, We WILL, We SHALL, build
bridges instead of walls!

And so,

We catch their stones and build
bridges of Respect and LOVE for
Ourselves, Our Families, and ALL
Communities who share this World!

We catch their stones and build 
bridges because, EVERYONE 
matters equally in the World!

— from “REFLECTING on Selma Alabama” by D. Olivia Jones

Golden Columbine On Box Camp Trail   1 comment

Golden Columbine On Box Camp Trail (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Mountain rains

bring out wildflowers

yellow and orange

in a sea green.

— kenne

Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly Art   1 comment

Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Thou winged blossom, liberated thing,
What secret tie binds thee to other flowers,
Still held within the garden’s fostering?
Will they too soar with the completed hours,
Take flight, and be like thee
Irrevocably free,
Hovering at will o’er their parental bowers?

Or is thy luster drawn from heavenly hues,—
A sumptuous drifting fragment of the sky,
Caught when the sunset its last glance imbues
With sudden splendor, and the tree-tops high
Grasp that swift blazonry,
Then lend those tints to thee,
On thee to float a few short hours, and die?”

— from Ode to a Butterfly by Thomas Wentworth Higginson

Sullivan Island Beach   4 comments

A Walk On The Beach, Sullivan, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne

You look out into the water;
The waves make the most beautiful sound.
A place you find peace and comfort,
Walking hand in hand and looking around.

As you walk toward the water,
Sand coats the bottom of your feet.
The smell of the sea salt drawing you closer,.
The view is so beautiful, oh so sweet.

Almost as if it is calling you.
Sometimes it’s only in your mind.
A place to clear your thoughts
And leave everything very far behind.

You find shells, rocks, and other things.
The warmth is like a kiss from up above.
Looking out into the Gulf Coast
Can only remind you of true love.

As the waves come crashing in,
Time seems to be standing still.
The sun is shining down on you
As you walk the beach at your will.

Paradise you thought you could never reach.
Out in the distance you can see the ships sailing by.
Tears of joy for the scene God has put before you,
As the moment makes you cry. 

Two shadows are together as one,
A sign of great unity.
A great day full of fun
While walking at the beach.

— Ralph P Quinonez

Picked Fence Morning Glory   Leave a comment

Picked Fence Morning Glory, Mt. Pleasent, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne

We wreathed about our darling’s head
  The morning-glory bright;
Her little face looked out beneath
  So full of life and light,
So lit as with a sunrise,
  That we could only say,
“She is the morning-glory true,
  And her poor types are they.”

So always from that happy time
  We called her by their name,
And very fitting did it seem,–
  For sure as morning came,
Behind her cradle bars she smiled
  To catch the first faint ray,
As from the trellis smiles the flower
  And opens to the day.

— from The Morning-Glory by Maria White Lowell

A Columbine Bouquet   Leave a comment

A Columbine Bouquet — Image by kenne

At the edge of a stream

Stretching through mountain woods

Watching clouds create dark shadows

That sink down the stream where

Golden columbines shine

Though the dark shadows.

— kenne

 

Sweeping Away Illusions   Leave a comment

A Hiking Break On The Box Camp Trail In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

He sat on the pine needles
Next to a medium size pine
Pondering the moment
Sweeping away illusions
Before contiuing the hike
On the Box Camp trail.

— kenne

How may we overcome the fear of birth and death
and arrive at the state that is as indestructible as a diamond?
What way can direct us in our practice
to sweep away our thousands of illusions?
If the awakened mind shows its compassion
and opens up for us the treasure store,
then we may bring into our lives
the wonderful diamond teachings.

— from The Diamond That Cuts through Illusion by Thich Nhat Hanh

Road Trip Preparation   Leave a comment

Irrigation Timer
 

Our yard and patio have a lot of drought-resistant plants, including several types of cactus and succulents. Additionally, we have a few tropical plants that need regular watering, even during the monsoon season. Irrigation being irrigation, meaning problematic, I routinely have to replace sections of PVC flexible hose. Since we will be gone for a little over three weeks, I’ve been working to minimize any potential problems. In the past couple of weeks, I have repaired four leeks and yesterday replaced the timer. 

— kenne

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
 
“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”
 
— Stephen Crane 

White-winged Dove   2 comments

White-winged Dove — Photo-Artistry by kenne

the dove sits and waits

till I leave the patio

still, the feeder waits

— kenne

Giant Saguaro Cactus In Sabino Canyon   1 comment

Giant Saguaro Cactus In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

Along the mountain ridges,
      Across the desert floor;
      Arms like verdant armor,
      Stalwarts guard our door.
Shading for the lizard,
      Haven for the wren,
      Source of inspiration,
      For past and present men.

–Earl Bloss, “Saguaros,” in Arizona Highways, 1973

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

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