Mushroom Art — Image by kenne
On dead wood
color breaks open:
spores, brushstrokes, breath.
The forest practices
its oldest craft—reuse.
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Santa Catalina Mountains’ Tag
Mushroom Art 2 comments
Birdbill Dayflower Leave a comment
Birdbill Dayflowers On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
There is always this temptation
to keep walking,
to believe forward motion
is the same as purpose.
But the Birdbill dayflower
interrupts me—
a blue so exact it feels deliberate.
I kneel.
The mountain does not applaud.
It allows me this moment
of belonging,
as if I have earned nothing
and been given everything.
— kenne
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Morning Clouds After Overnight Rains — Image by kenne
Clouds resting on ridge.
Ridge resting in clouds.
No coming,
no going—
only this.
— kenne
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Intuition Enjoys Life and Its Challenges Leave a comment
Female Phainopepla In Sabino Canyon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Whenever we need
to make a very important decision
it is best to trust our instincts,
because reason usually tries to
remove us from our dream,
saying that the time is not yet right.
Reason is afraid of defeat,
but intuition enjoys life and its challenges.
— Paulo Coelho
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Clouds Floating Over The Catalinas Leave a comment
Clouds Floating Over The Catalinas — Image by kenne
This is not drama but clarity:
mountain and cloud
locked in mutual definition,
each made real
by the other’s presence.
— kenne
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Death Happens — Image by kenne
Death happens
the way rain does—
announced by no one,
soaking the afternoon
until even the living
forget when it began.
— kenne
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Raven In The Storm 7 comments
Raven In the Storm — Image by kenne
The raven grips the crooked limb
as if the whole sky might slip away.
Clouds bruise the distance.
Wind tugs at every loose thing—
except this raven,
who has already made a pact
with the storm.
— kenne
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Winter Rains Leave a comment
Front Range of the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Winter rain—
desert floor darkens,
mountains hold the clouds
like old agreements
finally kept.
— kenne
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Sunset After A Rainy Day 5 comments
Sunset Over The Santa Catalina Mountains After a Rainy Day — Image by kenne
Desert-Luminous
Rain darkens the foothills,
but the sunset slips through a break in the clouds —
a copper flare brushing the Catalinas
as if the mountains were being forged anew.
— kenne
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The Regal Horned Lizard, Sometimes Called a Horny Toad — Image by kenne
The Regal Horned Lizard settles into the grit,
color-matched to the stones and dust.
You can stare right at it
and never know you’re being watched.
— kenne
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Desert Imagist 3 comments
Wispy Clouds High Above The Santa Catalina Mountains — by kenne
Desert Imagist
Thin wispy clouds —
ice threads pulled across the high blue,
as if the sky were mending itself
with pale stitching.
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Desert Noir 4 comments
Desert Noir by kenne
black sky—
sepia arms
lifted
in a dry
hallelujah.
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One Brief Throne 1 comment
Empress Leilia On A Foothills Wildflower — Image by kenne
The Empress Leilia lands,
her wings a hush of amber light.
One brief throne—
a wildflower trembling
under her grace.
The mountain holds its breath
to watch beauty pause.
The desert bows once,
then forgets.
— kenne
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I Walk The Ridge Alone 3 comments
Bright Colors of the Season — Image by kenne
I walk through the bright colors of the season,
fire-red leaves falling like words
I once meant to say.
The mountain exhales—
a slow, last sigh.
Somewhere below,
a stream folds light into its cold hands,
and I remember what forgiveness feels like.
— kenne
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I Love Rugged Men — A Desert Fable 1 comment
Old Prickly Pear and Longleaf False Goldeneye — Image by kenne
Desert Fable
