Archive for the ‘Santa Catalina Mountains’ Tag

Years Since The Fire   1 comment

Rose Lake July 2013Years Since The Fire (alligator juniper) — Image by kenne

Years since the fire
Standing as a test of time —
Juniper power.

— kenne

The Truth   Leave a comment

Rose Lake July 2013Rose Lake, Santa Catalina Mountains — Digital Art by kenne

One imagines him as a prodigious morning walker
And a lonely metaphysician pausing in the park,

A rose rabbi, a sturdy man on a wide path
Dreaming of a sky washed clean by doubt.

One pictures him under the umbrella
Pines and buttonwoods on the way to work,

Imagination’s largest thinker conjuring up
Songs of human radiance twanging in the mist.

One thinks of him by the lake in a rain:
Mirrors on mirrors mirroring the emptiness.

— from At the Grave of Wallace Stevens by Edward Hirsch

 

 

Looking North Atop Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

SCVN June 19 Hiking (1 of 1)-16 blogLooking North Atop Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

There’s a place on Mt. Lemmon
where peace and wisdom lies
along the trails under towering trees
one can find silent knowledge
and contemplate the void in its
stillness as life goes about changing.

— kenne

Yellow-eyed Junco   2 comments

SCVN Nature Walk 08-08-12Yellow-eyed Junco — Image by kenne

A Minor Bird by Robert Frost
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

— Robert Frost

Mariposa Lily Digital Art   Leave a comment

Bug Springs 2012Mariposa Lily Digital Art by kenne

“The artist’s world is limitless.
It can be found anywhere, far from
where he lives or a few feet away.
It is always on his doorstep.”

– Paul Strand

At The End Of The Day   Leave a comment

Italian Trail Sunset-10 Art blogAt the End of the Day — Image by kenne

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Once at Cold Mountain, troubles cease —
No more tangled, hung-up mind.
I idly scribble poems on the rock cliff,
Taking whatever comes, like a drifting boat.

— Gary Snyder

Dead at Daybreak   Leave a comment

Green Mountain Trail Deadwood II blog“Age Has Character” — Images by kenne

Dead at Daybreak

Night of four moons
and a single tree
with a single shadow
and a single bird.

On my flesh, I seek the
imprint of your lips.
The jet of spray kisses the wind
without even touching it.

I bear the “No” you handed me
in the palm, if my hand
like a wax lemon
nearly white.

Night of four moons
and a single tree.
On the point of a needle
stands my love — whirling round!

— Federico Garcia Lorca

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