Archive for the ‘Rock Spire at Windy Point’ Tag

Capturing The Moment — Rock Climbing At Windy Point   16 comments

Rock Climbing Mt LemonClimbers at Windy Point In The Santa Catalinas Over Looking Tucson, Arizona — Image by kenne

Santa Catalina Mountain Snow Images — It’s A white Christmas On Mt. Lemmon   3 comments

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Snow Covered Christmas Trees On Mt. Lemmon, December 2011 — Image by kenne

Some of the recent postings chronicled my drive up to Mt. Lemmon after heavy snowfall last week. The above image serves as a cover to a slideshow of the photos I captured in the Santa Catalina Mountains. Given the season, having all these winter snow images reflect the white Christmas image we all have seen or carry as a mental image. Click here to see the show.

— kenne

Capturing the Moment in a Video — Windy Point Rock Spire   3 comments

Climbing Windy Point Rock Spire  — Image by kenne

A week ago I took some time to go take some scenic photos on Mt. Lemmon. On the drive up, I stop at one of the vistas, Windy Point. When I left Tucson, the temperature was 103 degrees, but Windy Point, which is about 7,000 feet in elevation, the temperature was a pleasant 80 degrees, which is another reason the less than an hour drive is very inviting this time of year.

Windy Point is a popular stop on the way up Mt Lemmon and a great photo opt site — this is where I took the “talking tree” photo in an earlier blog posting. When I was about to leave Windy Point, I noticed some people climbing the nearby rock spire and decided to climb up near the spire to take photos of the climb. It didn’t take long to realize that this climb was all about a photo shoot at the top of the rock spire. The following video has the photos I took of their climb and photo shoot.

kenne

Here’s a link to the complete Photo Set.

Capturing the Word — “Talking Tree”   3 comments

rock-climbing-mt-lemon-9893-2010-08-20-talking-tree-d-poster-blog.jpg“Talking Tree” — Image by kenne

Talking Tree

“Hey you,” said a hollow raspy old voice.
Looking around, there was no one near me.
Concluding the voice came from people
on nearby boulders, I kept on walking.

“I know you heard me, don’t you see me?”
The voice was the same, this time more stern.
Still, there was no one behind me,
only the remains of an old tree.

Perhaps the voice came from behind the tree.
I began moving toward the tree, when,
suddenly one of the tree limbs began to move.
This can’t be, the tree was waving to me.

Was the sun starting to get to me?
“Don’t be afraid, come a little closer.
My voice was damaged from all the smoke.
Yes, the voice you hear is me,” said the tree.

This cannot be a talking tree, I thought.
Yet, there’s no one else around.
Still a non-believer, I nervously whispered,
“You cannot be a talking tree!”

“When I was green, I lived with other trees,
sharing views of ten mountain ranges,
dancing with the wind at Windy Point
where the desert turns into a lush forest.”

“Daily I would talk to stone images
carved over time by the wind,
creating impressionable stone statues
guarded by the Rock spire at Windy Point.”

“Over time lightening strikes have spark fires,
destroying forests, scarring the mountainsides,
leaving stumps and distorted trees
to cultivate a new life in the Catalina Mountains.”

“You should always listen,” said the tree.
“Listen to the trees and stone images, for they
hold the secrets to this mountain jewel overlooking
the Old Pueblo in the desert below.”

kenne