Archive for the ‘Sabino Creek’ Tag
Sabino Creek In Sabino Canyon — Art by kenne
Snow on the mountains
Feeding Sabino below
Nature is alive.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Girls In Sabino Canyon at the Dam — HDR Image by kenne
Class of teenage girls
Enjoy the canyon’s beauty
On a sunny day.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Autumn In Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet
For the ripple to run over in its mirth;
Listening the while, where on the heap of stones
The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;
Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
If you loved only what were worth your love,
Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:
Make the low nature better by your throes!
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!
— Robert Browning
Like this:
Like Loading...
Windmill In The Desert (November 21, 2022)– Image by kenne
This image was taken near Bear Creek Trail, where we explored the Sabino Creek and Bear Creek area and an old Hohokam archeological site.
Check here for more images the this Monday’s SCVN hike.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Second Grade Class Participating in SCVN Field Trip To Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
A day with nature
Loving the time together
Excitement for all.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Sacred Datura (Moonflower) Near Sabino Creek — Mixed Art by kenne
Sacred Datura
Also known as moonflower
Blooms late in the day.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Barefoot Photographer Near Sabino Creek (October 13, 2010)
WHAT?
A hiking break
Socks and boots off
Feet in the stream
What?
Camera in hand
Capturing the moment
Kids jumping in the water
What?
A place in nature
People love to visit
Sharing the experience
What?
Barefoot kids running
Mothers watching
With the back of their eyes
What?
Spring’s last whispers
In summer’s tongue
Talking to the kids
What?
A pond in a stream
Recognizes flamboyance
In 1000 little mirrors
What?
Don’t give up on nature
Forever and never
Every whim of my will
What?
Sounds of running water
Have spiritual overtones
Calming my mind
What?
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Sabino Creek Is Still Flowing — Image by kenne
Springwater in Sabino Creek is clear
Snowmelt continues to find its way
Through the canyon from Mt. Lemmon
In a world that exceeds stillness
A silent spirit enlightened of itself.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
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
Like this:
Like Loading...
Red Rock Skimmer (October 28, 2021) — Image by kenne
On a cool morning
Sunning on a concrete bridge
Near Sabino Creek.
— kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Trails Near Sabino Creek — Panorama by kenne
“O ye’ll tak’ the high trail, and I’ll tak’ the low trail,
And I’ll be in Sabino Canyon a’fore ye . . .”
Like this:
Like Loading...
Water Above Sabino Dam
Snowmelt on Mt. Lemmon has water in Sabino Creek for the first time in months.
Water running in Sabino Creek — Images by kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
The Bluff Trail In Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
The bluff trail runs a short distance from Sabino Canyon Road to Sabino Creek.
Like this:
Like Loading...
Fall Colors Along Sabino Creek Hiking to Hutch’s Pool — Panorama by kenne
One of my favorite hikes is to Hutch’s Pool. In the past, the Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN)
would guide a fall and spring hike, each hike having a many as 15 hikers.
However, like so many things, not this fall because of the pandemic.
The trail is open, but not for groups.
— kenne
* * * * *
I bear many scars,
but I also carry with me moments
that would not have happened
if I had not dared
to go beyond my limits.
— Paulo Coelho
Crossing Sabino Creek Below Hutch’s Pool — Image by kenne
Like this:
Like Loading...
Sabino Creek — Ash From The Bighorn Fire — Image by kenne
It happens that I get tired
of revolutionary cafes
and peacock poets
of narcissistic reflexives
and the songs of the deaf.
It happens that I am terrified
by this hardened generation
that rushes out in search of absolutes
fashions names and blasphemies,
doctrinizes on the pros and cons
of armed struggle,
and meditates, with a beer in its hand
and a sour cry on its lips
on the cadavers of others
Who are we?
Those same parishioners perhaps
who come and go indifferent
along the streets
on the Day of the Dead
with our hands full
of death’s-head cakes
and our hearts in ashes.
— from Day of the Dead In June by Lucha Corpi
Like this:
Like Loading...