Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
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Anna’s Hummingbird 2 comments
tiny green body,
Cocklebur Art 3 comments
Cocklebur Art by kenne
In the wide austerity of the Sonoran Desert
even weeds should have some dignity.
But cockleburs—
they cling, they crowd, they conquer
without grace.
I admire their tenacity,
then curse it,
then carefully walk by.
— kenne
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I Walk Beneath The Saguaros Leave a comment
Early Morning in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Morning spills gold through the canyon.
A cactus lifts its arms
as if remembering a prayer.
I walk beneath it and hear
the quiet voice of Rumi:
The road you walk
is walking you home
— kenne
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Birdbird Preening Leave a comment
Bluebird Preening on a Limb — Image by kenne
A bluebird, occupied with itself—
feather drawn through beak,
a ritual of care.
The image slips out of focus.
What should be a failure
is kept—
because the blur records
a life unwilling to be stilled.
— kenne
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Sabino Sunrise 2 comments
Sabino Sunrise — Image by kenne
Dawn spills over the mountains
and the giants wake.
Their shadows stretch like old cowboys
after a long night.
No hurry.
No apology.
Just another day
outlasting us all.
— kenne
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Phainopepla 1 comment
Male Phainopepla High in a Mesquite Tree — Image by kenne
The phainopepla sits in the mesquite
like a drop of ink that refused to dry.
My naturalist mentor would say
some creatures are born already knowing
how to keep their shine.
When it lifts,
white flashes beneath its wings—
a secret lining
only shown in motion.
— kenne
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Spring Flowers In The Catalina Foothills 4 comments
Wildflowers In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Catalina foothills—
poppies flare in the gravel wash,
lupine stitching nitrogen
back into the lean soil.
Rock, root, bee—
no wasted motion.
Wind off the Santa Catalinas
combs the grass
and the flowers bow
without complaint.
— kenne
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Two Cedar Waxwings 1 comment
Two Cedar Waxwings Resting in A Mesquite — Image by kenne
Two cedar waxwings
sit close on the bare mesquite,
their small bodies sharing the cold.
I watch, and learn again
how companionship survives the season.
— kenne
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Eastern Bluebird Waiting For A Ride 1 comment
Eastern Bluebird — Image by kenne
An eastern bluebird
lost his way to Tucson,
sits on a dead twig
like he’s waiting on a ride
that ain’t coming.
— kenne
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Intuition Enjoys Life and Its Challenges Leave a comment
Female Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Whenever we need
to make a very important decision
it is best to trust our instincts,
because reason usually tries to
remove us from our dream,
saying that the time is not yet right.
Reason is afraid of defeat,
but intuition enjoys life and its challenges.
— Paulo Coelho
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Nurses Will Not Backdown 3 comments
Kenne Getting Some Arizona Sun On Our Patio
While here he spent some time running in Sabino Canyon
in preparation for a half-marathon this February.
Kenne David is visiting us on my birthday, January 15, 2026. He is an ICU nurse in the Texas Medical Center in Houston. What follows is a poem I wrote after learning of the murder of Alex Pretti in Minneapolis.
I can only try to imagine your words and thoughts echo in the long corridors of Memorial Herman,
where the scent of antiseptic mingles with your compassion.
I think of him — of Alex Pretti — and of all who labor, sleepless,
hands trembling not with fear, but with the weight of mercy.
Each life touched, each breath steadied,
a verse in the grand poem of endurance and love,
something Whitman would write: you do not falter;
rise again the next day, mortal yet eternal,
each healer a leaf upon the same vast tree of humanity.
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Burrs, The Original Velcro Leave a comment
Burrs, the Original Velcro — Image by kenne
You cling.
Let’s start there.
Not affection—
need.
You grab my sock
as if it owes you something,
as if we were once intimate
and I forgot to call.
I stand still,
arguing silently with a plant
that refuses to let go
without taking a piece of me.
— kenne
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Varied Bunting 2 comments
Varied Bunting on a Mesquite Limb — Image by kenne
He sings from the mesquite,
not for us,
but as if the air itself
needed a name
to keep from vanishing.
— kenne
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Morning In The Canyon 1 comment
Sabino Canyon at Sunrise — Image by kenne
I walk into the new year
as one walks in the desert—
not to conquer,
not to hurry,
but to notice.
By the seventh day
the path is still open,
and I am still learning
to say thank you.
— kenne
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Desert Noir 4 comments
Desert Noir by kenne
