Anna's Hummingbird On Nest -- Image by kenne
A branch, a nest, a bird.
Nothing more is needed.
Spider silk binds the walls,
lichen softens the edges.
The Anna's hummingbird rests there,
breathing with the rhythm of the desert morning.
Archive for the ‘Sabino Canyon’ Tag
Hummingbird On Nest 3 comments
She Asked To Hike In Sabino Canyon With Us 2 comments
A Desire to Hike In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
She was visiting from Eastern Europe
and wanted to see the desert on foot.
Sabino Canyon unfolded before her step by step—
a landscape of stone, cactus, and sky—
while friendship bridged the miles between our worlds.
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Sabino Morning 2 comments
Saguaro Sunrise In the Canyon -- Image by kenne
Sabino Canyon at sunrise, stripped to monochrome—
the saguaro becomes an old witness,
arms raised through a hundred dawns,
telling the mountains
that silence is enough.
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The Nurse Tree 2 comments
Dead Nurse Tree at Sunrise — Image by kenne
I can’t prove it—
But these young Saguaro cactus
stand there, steady in their twenties,
as if the dead nurse tree still lingers in them—
a memory of shade,
a shelter that did its work
and then let go.
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Greater Earless Lizard In Sabino Canyon 1 comment
Greater Earless Lizard in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
No ears to catch the wind,
yet it listens—
through heat, through shadow,
through the tremble of ground beneath it.
Balanced on rock,
it belongs more completely
than anything that passes.
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Anna’s Hummingbird 2 comments
Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
tiny green body,
she hovers where stories live—
between what we say
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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
