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Curve-billed Thrasher at Patio Bird Feeder   Leave a comment

Curve-billed Thrasher at Patio Bird Feeder — Image by kenne

As I sit on our patio
watching birds land
in near-by mesquites

before flying to the
olive tree on the patio,
then gathering the nerve

to bolt to the bird feeders.
They are not pleased
that I sit on the patio

with a camera in hand.
Soon, the desire to eat
takes priority over fear.

— kenne

Curve-billed Thrasher On The Wall   Leave a comment

Curve-billed Thrasher On The Patio Wall — Image by kenne

A curve-billed Thrasher

Looks at the camera’s eye

Bringing eye to eye.

— kenne

Too Close To The Edge   Leave a comment

Tucson Basin, August 31, 2022 — Panorama Image by kenne

Blue sky above

a winding highway

on a sunkissed morning.

Tourists in rental cars

stop at Windy Point vista

climbing boulders

for a better view — 

children too close

to the edge.

— kenne

In The Desert, Only Golfers Walk On Grass   1 comment

Desert Golf Course — Image by kenne

Lizard don’t golf

Does anyone here remember
heat dancing off the sand
living land

the shifting dunes of september
now entombed in golf course green
so obscene

travelers came to see desert sights
searching for exotic places
empty spaces

stayed for warm days, star filled nights
building homes in paradise
closed eyes

banished the desert from its place
visitors need a permit to pass
keep off grass

Made a playground from the empty space
golfs a game anyone may play
they say

claiming a course is better than the desert waste
but the lizards who paid
never played

— Luann Pfost

Western Giant Swallowtail   Leave a comment

Western Giant Swallowtail — Images by kenne

Swallowtail

a floating lightness
effortless Waving..
a particle transforming
black to yellow
then to thin air..
lighting on shrub
but not really..
energetic reminder
empty space
is not empty…

— CharlesC

Sycamore Canyon Painting   Leave a comment

Sycamore Canyon Painting — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I think back

Hiking the canyon

Up and down.

— kenne

The Will To Live   2 comments

Internalizing Existence — Abstract by kenne

I seek to satisfy the Will
Through art and philosophy
To better cope with
The problems of Being
While seeking direction
For Becoming in the will to live.

This is a driving force to
Consume moments, things
Ideas, goals, and facts only to
Possess a state of being,
Where nothing remains but
Abandonment and boredom.

This is more apparent in the
The constant appearance of death
Taking place in the reality of
The world around us that is crazy,
sad, violent reality of existing

in a state where the mind and body
Are often in a conspiracy against.

We see the world around us
Through each experience
Creating personal filters
Used to interpret what is reality
Therefore, what is real is not real
Resulting in becoming a prisoner
Of our own making.

— kenne

Morning Walk In The Catalina Foothills   Leave a comment

Morning Walk In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne

Let me tell you a story of Nature
and my early morning walks in the
desert. The fragrance of cactus blossoms
and the starkness of its beauty beckon.

Or, is it the silence, like no other, interrupted
only by the hum of bees and tiny species
who materialize when you draw a handful
of sand to your eyes, viewing them as equals.

— from A Desert Walk by Constance La France

Camphorweed Blossoms On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Camphorweed Blossoms On Mt. Lemmon (August 31, 2022) — Image by kenne

Photographer

He focuses,
greens and yellows
blooming has started
surrounded by buds

museling their way
to the next stage
unraveling on 
writhing stems.

— kenne

Mighty Saguaro   2 comments

Mighty Saguaro — Image by kenne

The Mighty Saguaro

The mighty saguaro,
so majestic and tall,
holds its lifelong secrets
surprising one and all.

The seedling saguaro
begins small and afraid,
hoping it will survive
beneath the nurse plant’s shade.

The tiny saguaro
grows a little each year,
searching for the water
which is precious and dear.

The struggling saguaro
pushes upward for days,
glad it keeps avoiding
a new herbivore’s gaze.

The lucky saguaro
survives the desert heat,
outliving the nurse plant
not knowing of its feat.

The patient saguaro
looks skyward at all hours,
until at age fifty
it produces first flowers.

The giving saguaro
shares its bounty with all
who wait for months on end
for tasty fruits to fall.

The youthful saguaro
knows at seventy-five
that its newly formed arms
keeps desert friends alive.

The aging saguaro
has been a willing friend
to desert’s small creatures
dependent to the end.

The mighty saguaro
grows to fifty feet high,
waiting two hundred years
to almost touch the sky.

— Debbie Emery

Standing At Nature’s Alter   2 comments

Standing At Nature’s Alter — Image by kenne (Monday Morning Milers — August 29, 2011)

Standing at Nature’s Alter

When we stand at the
altar of nature,
we stand with the greats;
Ralph Waldo Emerson,
Henry David Thoreau,
and John Muir,
each having helped define
our relationship
with nature and language —

“Every natural fact is a symbol
of some spiritual fact,
. . . words are signs of natural facts.”

Nature’s beauty becomes
a source of spiritual energy
connecting all things
into a universal whole
with the power of our
thoughts and will.

We stand at nature’s altar
not separate from her,
seeing us in the flowers,
insects, animals, mountains,
creating a unified landscape
of our inward and outward senses.

Like all relationships,
the experience depends
on the degree of harmony
between us and nature,
therefore becoming a gift
granted while walking with nature
as she is embraced in our minds –

Enlighten, she shares her secrets,
making the universe more “transparent.”
Yet, the gift may only offer a glimpse,
to be shared in images and words,
charming all living things.

— kenne

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. — John Muir

Facepainting   Leave a comment

Facepainting (The Woodlands Art Festival, April 2008) — Image by kenne

              All women are wounded
Who gather  berries, dibble in mottled light,
Turn white roots from humus, crack nuts on stone
High upland with squinted eye
              or rest in cedar shade.

— from Praise for Sick Women by Gary Snyder

Upper Sabino Canyon Panorama   Leave a comment

Upper Sabino Canyon In the Santa Catalina Mountains (November 18, 2011) — Panorama by kenne

A light wind 
As we hike
Up through
The canyon
Late fall
Eight miles
Out and back

— kenne

Mt. Lemmon Wildflower   Leave a comment

Mt. Lemmon Wildflower (Mountain Marigold) — Image by kenne

Sunlight breaks through
After a heavy downpour
Turning the trail into a stream
Breaking off above the creek
Lush green and yellow colors
Coming into being on the slopes
Of my favorite mountain trail
A shadow network of sunshine
Through the trees as juncos
Twittering calls echoes in the woods.

— kenne

Carpenter Bee   Leave a comment

Carpenter Bee In A Sacred Datura Blossom — Image by kenne

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language

And next year’s words await another voice.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

 

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