Archive for the ‘Sabino Canyon’ Tag
Water Over The Dam — Image by kenne
I walked by the creek
where the water flows
over the edge of the dam
dancing amidst the flow of light
into an endless movement
riding waves of time.
— kenne
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Red-tailed Hawk in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Hawks gotta fly high
Staking out a hunting spot
Cross the desert plain
— kenne
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Northern Mockingbird in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
One of the most familiar birds in the Sonoran Desert is the Northern Mockingbird. They hunt insects and spiders eat a wide variety of fruits;
berries of lantana and pyracantha are mainstays. Males and females have similar plumage: nearly uniform gray except for long dark tail
and white patch in open wing. Males are the singers that often practice all night long on a concatenation of bird songs borrowed
from a variety of other bird species. Three plants in particular produce fruit attractive to mocking birds: Desert Mistletoe,
Fremont Thornbush, and Desert Hackberry.
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Phainopepla — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Bird perched on a limb
A shadow against the sky
Art in black and white.
— kenne
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Fall In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne
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The Big Horn Fire Above Sabino Canyon, June 2020 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
. . . In remembrance of last year’s Big Horn Fire in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
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Red Rock Skimmer (October 28, 2021) — Image by kenne
On a cool morning
Sunning on a concrete bridge
Near Sabino Creek.
— kenne
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Funereal Duskywing Butterfly (Sabino Canyon, October 28, 2021) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings
come wrapped in the quietest of moments.”
— Stephen Crane
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Flatspine Stickseed — Image by kenne
Be a flower.
Be a seed.
Let your growth
Arouse curiosity.
Let it fascinate
And amaze.
Let it inspire the artist
And the scientist.
Let it shock the doubters.
Let it grant hope
To the hopeless.
Let it begin in silence,
And end with a loud bang.
Don’t be an open book –
Be mysterious.
Be extraordinary,
Be undefinable,
Be a ball of fiery fire,
And above all,
Grow in silence,
And let your success
Do the talking.
― from Song of a Nature Lover by Michael Bassey Johnson,
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Two Desert Spiny Lizards — Image by kenne
“Lizards can’t pass through walls, but if we replace the L with a W, the goal might be attained.”
― from Song of a Nature Lover by Michael Bassey Johnson
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Fall In The Canyon — Image by kenne
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth . . .
— from The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
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‘Bluebird of Happiness’ — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Be like I, hold your head up high,
Till you find a bluebird of happiness.
You will find greater peace of mind
Knowing there’s a bluebird of happiness.
And when he sings to you,
Though you’re deep in blue,
You will see a ray of light creep through,
And so remember this, life is no abyss,
Somewhere there’s a bluebird of happiness.
— from The Bluebird of Happiness by Edward Heyman
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Phainopepla (Luke) — Art by kenne
One reason that birds matter – ought to matter – is that they are our last, best connection to a natural world that is otherwise
receding. They’re the most vivid and widespread representatives of the Earth as it was before people arrived on it.
— Jonathan Franzen
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Phoneline Trail — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Is it the path not taken
are the one less traveled?
— kenne
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Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I am a lone raven high
above the canyon wall
circling up, then down
as hikers make their way
on the old mule trail up
to a series of switch-backs
opening into a meadow
where many options prevail
going east, going west
before turning back north
to the mountain called Lemmon.
I am a lone raven blessed
to fly above other mortals
circling up, then down
but still, I work hard to fly
seeing images of life below
inspiration of an alien being
a curious extrovert, I call out
taken as a signal by some
just a lot of noise by others
still unnoticed by others
neutral touches interwoven.
— kenne
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Becoming is Superior to Being 