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Springtime In The Sonoran Desert   Leave a comment

Palo Verde & Saguaro-1334 blogSpringtime In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne

“The morning is still and perfectly clear…
How cool and crystalline the air!
In a few hours the great plain
will be almost like a fiery furnace
under the rays of the summer sun,
but now it is chilly. And in a few hours
there will be rings and bands with scarves
of heat set wavering across the waste upon
the opalescent wings of the mirage;
but now the air is so clear that one can see
the breaks in the rocky face of the mountain range,
though it is fully twenty miles away…”

— from The Desert by John Van Dyke

Round-Tailed Ground Squirrel — Grunge Art   Leave a comment

round-tailed ground squirrel-1131 art blogRound-Tailed Ground Squirrel — Grunge Art by kenne

I never wanted to be a scientist per se. I wanted to be a naturalist.

— Jane Goodall

Spine-Tipped Dancer Damselfly   2 comments

Spine-tipped Dancer damselfly (Argia extranea_Sabino-20170405_0001_2_blogSpine-Tipped Dancer Damselfly — Image by SCVN Naturalist Bill Kaufman 

 

A Gilla Monster Outing   Leave a comment

gilla monster -1151 blogGilla Monster — Image by kenne

Blooming Palo Verdes In Sabino Canyon   Leave a comment

Palo Verde Blossoms-1145 Camera Motion Art II blogBlooming Palo Verdes in Sabino Canyon — Painting by kenne

There’s a circle in the canyon

around which we teach kids

about nature and its many cycles.

— kenne

 

Sunrise In Sabino Canyon   Leave a comment

Sunrise (1 of 1) blogSunrise In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

A short walk up the path,

Taken by the silence stillness

As the sun rises over the ridge — 

A moment captured forever.

— kenne

Signs Of Spring In The Desert   2 comments

Signs Of Spring In The Desert — Photo Essay by kenne

Desert Song

I thirst
for your rivers
your rippling mesas of sand
gold mirrors
on your sinuous curves

I thirst
for the saguaro
for the sweet juice of cactus
in the prickling sweat
of a desert sun

I thirst
for the searing of hot valleys
the bend of shimmer and heat
that bow that arcs the arrow
toward this center, my heart

I thirst
for the bloom, the sweet
languorous smells
this subtle perfume
elusive, as the scuttle of desert life

I thirst
for this tallest, deepest night
of stars and silence
when the moon is only a moon
silvering this light

— Ruth Housman

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