Snow At Lower Elevations Of The Santa Catalina Mountains (February 26, 2023) — Images by kenne
We have had snow at higher elevations (Mt. Lemmon) for weeks till this morning, with clouds blocking and view of the mountains. Slowly the clouds began to open, showing the temperatures had remained low enough for snow to accumulate. Our patio rain gauge recorded 1/4″ of rain here in the foothills.
Northwest View from the Patio (Catalina Foothills) — Image by kenne
The clouds opened up just log enough to get this photo this morning.
Patio Panorama Northwest View
The view now is solid gray.
Patio Panorama Southern View (Look carefully and you will see large Snowflakes)
So far we have receive about an inch of rain here in Tucson with Mt Lemmon getting 12 inches of snow. We need the moisture after 2020 being the driest year on record.
Snow On Mt. Lemmon, Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
First Snow
The snow began here this morning and all day continued, its white rhetoric everywhere calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty and what the meaning; such an oracular fever! flowing past windows, an energy it seemed would never ebb, never settle less than lovely! and only now, deep into night, it has finally ended. The silence is immense, and the heavens still hold a million candles, nowhere the familiar things: stars, the moon, the darkness we expect and nightly turn from. Trees glitter like castles of ribbons, the broad fields smolder with light, a passing creekbed lies heaped with shining hills; and though the questions that have assailed us all day remain — not a single answer has been found — walking out now into the silence and the light under the trees, and through the fields, feels like one.
Daughter Kate and her family live on 17 acres in Grantham, New Hampshire. Getting snow in the winter is not unusual; three feet of the white stuff is unusual. You can see an animal path leading down to the brook and across it if you look carefully.
These images are the morning after the winter storm. The day before, Kate texted the following video.
— kenne
In care you are wonder, the chicken are fine — all fluffy with plenty of food and water.
Snow At Windy Point Vista, Tucson, Arizona — Photo-Artistry by kenne
When I think of the historical Christ, I think of courage:
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
After a day of rain in the Tucson basin and snow on Mt. Lemmon, Tom, John, Jim and I hiked the Wildhorse Trail in the Saguaro National Park-East.
Click Here To See More Wildhorse Trail Images by kenne
Some critic tried to put me down —
“Your poems lack the Basic Truth of Tao”
And I recall the old-times
Who were poor and didn’t care.
I have to laugh at him,
He misses the point entirely,
Men like that
Ought to stick to making money.
Phil Bentley iPhone image of snow above Sabino Canyon (January 1, 2019)
— Photo Artistry by kenne
Snow made it below the ridge
Dusting the lower Sabino Canyon
Clouds over endless mountains
Begin to open holes for the morning sun
Shinning a spotlight on the fresh snow.
The road up the mountain closed for days
A thick cloud cover no longer opens to the sun
As a few light flacks of snow float by
In the valley chilled by the mountain air
Taking whatever comes to the washes below.
Snow On The Santa Catalina Mountains On December 26th — Images by kenne
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Cold Mountain has many hidden wonders,
People who climb here are always getting scared.
When the moon shines, water sparkles clear
When the wind blows, grass swishes and rattles.
On the bare plum, flowers of snow
On the dead stump, leaves of mist.
At the touch of rain it all turns fresh and live
At the wrong season you can’t ford the creeks.
— from Han Shan’s Cold Mountain Poems, translation by Gary Snyder
Snow On the Lower Front Range, Santa Catalina Mountains (December 2011) — Image by kenne
Occasionally winter snows at the higher elevations of the Santa Catalina Mountains reach down to the lower front range creating a dramatic scene as the sun becomes a spotlight through breaks in the storm clouds, showcasing the many contrasting acts
on nature’s ever-changing stage.
Most people don’t come to the desert to see snow, they come here to get away from it. But when you are a five-year-old boy living on the Texas gulf coast and have never been in snow, why not.
So, on the first day of Jill;s and James’ visit, we headed up Catalina highway to Mt. Lemmon.
At seven thousand feet, James kept asking, “Where’s the snow?” “I don’t see any snow!” We had stopped at Windy Point Vista for James to get his “mountain-feet.” A short distance beyond Windy Point Vista we started to see snow in shady along the highway and signs that James just might become a believer — Yes, James, there is snow on Mt. Lemmon.
This all being a new experience, James carefully picks up pieces of snow near the Ski Valley parking lot to toss.
It didn’t take James long to get the gist of it.
After spending some time at Ski Valley, we headed over the Marshall Gulch and walked down the snow-packed road.
By now the snowball fighting had taken on a new level of seriousness.
Photos of James, Mom, and Grandma by kenne
A short video clip playing in the snow at Ski Valley on M.t Lemmon.