Archive for the ‘Saguaro’ Tag
Saguaros In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
A Mien to move a Queen—
Half Child—Half Heroine—
An Orleans in the Eye
That puts its manner by
For humbler Company
When none are near
Even a Tear—
Its frequent Visitor—
— Emily Dickinson
Sabino Canyon In August After Some Rain. — HDR Image by kenne
Sabino Canyon
Brown becomes yellow and green
After August rains.
— kenne
Gila Woodpecker On Saguaro — HDR Image by kenne
White-winged Dove On Saguaro — Image by kenne
Alexa, shuffle my Pandora stations —
I stream music most of the day,
sometimes it becomes indistinct,
like the sound of wind chimes,
the cooing of white-wing doves.
Alexa, stop!
— kenne
Saguaro Family In Sabino Canyon — HDR Image by kenne
Images Created Using ChatGPT and the Words Sabino Canyon, Saguaros, and Impressionist — It’s a Beginning
Phoneline Trail In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
the phoneline trail
where hikers experience
a path from the past
— kenne
In September of 2011, I titled a post “Why Would Anyone Do This?” There were several Saguaro cactus that were vandalized on the Bear Canyon Trail in Sabino Canyon.
In August of 2015, I posted a follow-up photo-essay on the damaged cactus.
Recently I photograph the cactus that were damaged, again.
When I talk
about Sabino Canyon
I mean myself,
my home,
my state of mind.
Some don’t get what I say,
maybe it’s because
we don’t talk the same language.
All I can say to those I meet:
“Try and make it to Sabino Canyon.”
— kenne




Images by kenne
Saguaros At Sunrise — Image by kenne
The Capture of Mr. Sun
The sun is a lion
circling his cage,
Caught for you, brought for you
on this wheeled stage,
Through fixed bars glaring
his wrath and his rage
Like a pen for the baby
or bedrails in old age.
The lion is a sunflower
with a broad gold face,
Its petals outstreaming
like a mane or the rays
Of that candescent Power
we all watch pace
Through the gendering heavens
on its circuit of days.
The flower is tracing
the sun on its rounds;
The carnival moves through
its orbit of towns;
The lion's cage rolls
your streets up and down
Where be pads and we shiver
at his smile, his frown.
-- W. D. Snodgrass
All Tied Up In Knots — Image by kenne
Sometimes
today’s world
makes me feel
all tied up
in knots.
— kenne
Sonoran Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
Despairing of God, I came to the desert seeking saints.
The tongue of the tribe sleeping in my family
whispers spiny songs: chumpaco / place where they killed
the dogs: huirives / bird: bacochibampo / the water of the
serpents: bajeribampo / water of the lizards: cuirimpo /
the place of the drummers.
— from 48 Roadsongs by Luis Alberto Urrea
Desert Harvest — Image by kenne
Saguaro harvest,
Fruit and seeds playing roles in
life’s continuum.
— kenne
“Morning Call” (Cactus Wren Atop A Saguaro Cactus In Sabino Canyon) — Image by kenne
We hear your birdcall
Where attention is your game
At the light of day.
— kenne
A Crested Saguaro Next To a Regular Saguaro In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Sometimes the growing tip of a saguaro produces a fan-like form. Such a saguaro is called a crested saguaro. Crested saguaros are rare and generally do not produce arms, making this one for the record books — at least in my book.
kenne