Corvette Raffle at St. Demetrios Greek Orthodox Church Tucson Greek Festival — Image by kenne
With so many leaves, the sun waves good day with many stands shines, shines the sky and those ones inn irons and those others are in the earth.
Quiet anytime now, the church bells will signal.
This earth is theirs and ours.
Beneath the earth in their crossed arms they hold the rope of the church bells, they are awaiting the hour, waiting to signal the resurrection this earth is theirs and ours no one can take it from us
Quiet anytime now, the church bells will signal.
— from The Church Bells Will Signal by Yiannis Ritsos
Sun warms the lizard’s back and the humble back of the mountain. A raven croaks from the top of a thermal. The valley oak above the barn, dying a huge branch at a time, stands in calm mortability, content with the warm light that has fed its leaves, the dark waters that have fed its roots, its acorns that have fed the woodpeckers for five hundred rainy seasons.
Men ask the way to Cold Mountain Cold Mountain: there’s no through trail. In summer, ice doesn’t melt The rising sun blurs in swirling fog. How did I make it? My heart’s not the same as ypurs. If your heart was like mine You’d get it and be right here.
— from Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder
Sandhill Cranes Over Whitewater Draw — Image by kenne
After leaving at sunrise to feed in the nearby fields hundreds of cranes return at mid-day, squawking in a cacophony heard miles around.
It’s sunny with a few passing clouds drifting overhead in the distance mountains rise above the farm and ranch lands.
These big birds prefer the shallow waters of the draw where they stand protected from predators who prefer to stay out of the water.
Geese, ducks and other waterfowl can be found wintering here in southeast Arizona attracting birders with scopes and cameras.
I don’t see myself as a birder, birders are strange counting and taking notes to be placed on eBird, me, I just take photos.
Occasionally we make small talk going through our social necessities thinking about it or not thinking about it walking freely on by not holding to the moment so as not to remember.
Becoming is Superior to Being 