Men ask the way to Cold Mountain Cold Mountain: there’s no through trail. In summer, ice doesn’t melt The rising sun blurs in swirling fog. How did I make it? My heart’s not the same as ypurs. If your heart was like mine You’d get it and be right here.
— from Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder
Catalina Front Ridge In Tucson (January 27, 2021) — Image by kenne
Got a dusting of snow on the south ridge, with over 12 inches at the higher elevation. Mt. Lemmon and other higher elevations are blocked in this view from our patio in Tanuri Ridge.
Three Ravens Of Christmas — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Ravens high on a snow-covered tree
Carrying on a winter conversation
Shaking snow on passersby.
What fun for them and those watching
Sharing the spirit of a new-fallen snow
Passing clouds and a nipping wind
Add mystery to a wintery scene.
Yesterday we had an inch of rain with the temperature staying in the low forties in the Catalina Foothills allowing snow to accumulate as low as 3,500 feet.Mt. Lemmon probably had two feet or more of snow.
This morning clouds cover the Catalinas, but late yesterday as the clouds began to lift I was able to capture a few images. Isolated storms are forecasted for today with additional snow above 7,000 feet.
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(Click on any of the images to see larger view in a slideshow format.)
Sabino Canyon with Fog in the Valley and Snow on Mt. Lemmon (12/12/07) —
This image by naturalist Phil Bentley captures the essence of Walt Whitman’s poem,”Kosmos”.
Kosmos
BY WALT WHITMAN
Who includes diversity and is Nature,
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth and the equilibrium also,
Who has not look’d forth from the windows the eyes for nothing, or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing,
Who contains believers and disbelievers, who is the most majestic lover,
Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism, spiritualism, and of the æsthetic or intellectual,
Who having consider’d the body finds all its organs and parts good,
Who, out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body understands by subtle analogies all other theories,
The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of these States;
Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in other globes with their suns and moons,
Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,
The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.
It’s August in southern Arizona, hot, dry desert temperatures are the norm, which is why we hike the cool trails in the mountains. It is this contrast that captures the beauty of the Sonoran desert and the Santa Catalina mountains.