Magic Marker and Oil Painting — Image by kenne
Sunrise Over the Catalinas
Magic marker lines bleed into oil—
the desert never holds still long enough
to be captured clean.
Cactus spines catch first light,
ocotillo arms rise like prayers
half-drunk on morning air.
The mountains smolder pink and gold,
a slow ignition of everything I love—
wildness, solitude,
the stubborn ache of beauty
that doesn’t give a damn
whether I’m watching or not.
Female Green Lynx Spider with Egg Sack — Image by kenne
Close-Up Naturalist
Photo-artistry by kenne
The Photographer
He lifts the camera
as if confessing—
the lens a small mercy
between himself and beauty.
Each click
is a way of saying I see you,
and also I can’t bear to lose you.
In the mountains,
he photographs what he loves,
and what he knows
will never belong to him.
Mt. Lemmon Autumn — Image by kenne
Golden Stillness
High on Mt. Lemmon,
the leaves burn gold—
not in dying,
but in remembering their light.
Below, the San Pedro Valley
breathes in silence,
a vast mirror
where the sun learns to meditate.
I feel the boundary dissolve—
between mountain and man,
between seeing and being seen.
The wind passes through me,
whispering:
nothing ends,
it only changes color.
Little Verdin in the Desert Willow by kenne
A tiny pulse of feather—
among the Willow’s green—
the Sky—so dark a Sapphire—
it swallows what is seen—
He flickers—like a secret—
the Morning will not tell—
and leaves the hush of Desert—
more infinite—and still—
Image by kenne
Autumn Still Life
Multicolored corn dried on the cob,
gourds huddle like friends in conversation—
their skins rough, their colors honest.
We gather, too,
carrying the years in our faces,
the joy in our hearts.
Outside, the wind shifts—
a hush before winter.
For a moment,
everything feels painted
in the same theme:
the harvest,
the stories,
the tender ache
of being here again.
Image by kenne
Fenceline, Mt. Lemmon
Yellow leans into the wind,
a soft surrender of summer.
Along the fence,
the season loosens its grip—
beauty, brief
and already leaving.
A Fall Scene On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
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Aspen Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
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Pipevine Swallowtail On A Thistle — Image by kenne
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Fall Colors — Mixed Art by kenne
Copper leaf on wind,
a brushstroke of sky—
Some of it painted,
some of it dying—
each color honest.
The canvas breathes—
sap, soil, rust, light—
and somewhere in the layers
the world remembers
how to let go.
November Days, We Spent More Time Inside — Image by kenne
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Photo-artistry by kenne
Mt. Lemmon’s fall colors become artificial near the fenceline
— kenne
Image by kenne
Fly on a Cowpen Daisy
Clouds at Sunset — Image by kenne
