Nature Stilllife Painting (Desert Cotton Blossom) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Cactus Wren Leave a comment
Cactus Wren — Image by kenne
Lonely wren
high atop a saguaro
resting on spins
no drops of blood
only manipulating
carefully while
coolly surveying
the desert floor
against a cloudless sky.
— kenne
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The First Phainopepla 1 comment
Male Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
The first phainopepla encased
in black feathers, and plastic
flew into the morning sunlight.
— kenne
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Saguaro Buds In January 5 comments
Saguaro Buds In Sabino Canyon (January 7, 2020) — Image by kenne
The top part of this saguaro has died while the arms have new buds months before
saguaros typically bloom in April. The one thing we have learned about nature is that it
can be unpredictable.
Daybreak
in the canyon.
The black sky
replaced by blue.
Someone passed by
on the trail.
Did you see the bids
on the saguaro up the hill,
I asked?
Pointing.
“How unusual,” she said.
I agreed, sharing
our knowledge
limited as it may be.
— kenne
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“Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!” Leave a comment
Cactus Wren in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
— from To a Skylark by Percy Shelley
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Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon 1 comment
Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
— T. S. Eliot
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Finding Serenity At The Center Of It All Leave a comment
Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
I love this poem. Like any poem that resonates, it does so in one’s own heart, head, and hands
connecting us to the world around us, for good or bad.
Machines are an extension of who we are. When produced by the right values,
the result will be the right thoughts. “Right thoughts produce right actions and
right actions produce work, which will be a material reflection for others
to see of the serenity at the center of it all,” understanding that we’re connected with everything.
All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
— Richard Brautigan
