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Dried Vines   Leave a comment

Dried Vines — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Once the process of bringing forth new life passes,
leaves fall, vines become brittle to the touch,
and seeds are transported to new lands
where life can begin anew when the rains return.

There is reason to believe that the rains will not
return, or at least with so little only the hardiest
of the hardy will survive when the heat of the
new normal bakes the already dry land.

What will come of this wasteland? A land where
the winds carry a deadly virus bringing death
to weakest of the weak, where many feel they
are not accomplices to what caused the suffering.

— kenne

Geo-Wall — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Geo-Wall (Sonoran Desert)– Photo-Artistry by kenne

Wildflowers take growth
In the least likely places
Life’s random nature.

— kenne 

 

The Drought Continues   Leave a comment

The Drought Continues In The Desert Southwest — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Coyotes passed through the field at the back
of the house last night — coyotes, from midnight
till dawn, hunting, foraging, a mad scavenging,
scaring up pocket gophers, white-breasted mice,
jacktails, voles, the least shrew, catching
a bite at a time.

They were a band, screeching, yodeling,
a multi-tone pack. Such yipping and yapping
and jaw chapping, yelping and painful howling,
they had to be skinny, worn, used up,
a tribe of bedraggled uncles and cousins
on the skids, torn, patched, frenzied
mothers, daughters, furtive pups
and, slinking on the edges, an outcast
cow dog or two.

— from A Passing by Pattiann Rogers

 

 

A Clear Midnight   2 comments

A Full Moon Night In The Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A Clear Midnight

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

— Walt Whitman

A Morning Walk Along The Tanque Verde Wash   Leave a comment

A Morning Walk Along The Tanque Verde Wash — Images by kenne

Our community of Tanuri Ridge backs up to the Tanque Verde Wash. The wash continues to eat away at our property line.
Soon, this part of the trail will be washed away, along with the “branch art” monuments along the Tanque Verde banks.

Recent mountain rains in the Catalinas are beginning to bring ash from the Big Horn Fire to the wash.

— kenne

Ten Years Ago When We Had A Monsoon Season   1 comment

In 2010 we experience our first Sonoran Desert monsoon season. There was lots of rain, wind and lightning.
This year’s monsoon season has been a nonsoon! So far we have had only 2 inches of rain.
This weekend’s forecast was for heavy rains and flash flooding — somebody stole our rain!

So, for this monsoon season the best I can do is revisit an August 31, 2010 posting. — kenne

Catalina Foothills, Tucson, Arizona — image by kenne

During this summer’s rainy season, many storms have provided much-needed rain to southern Arizona. However, when it comes to rainfall, not all areas are treated equally. We had received little rain till the other evening, so when the rain began, it was a time to rejoice. So much is special about the desert. I wrote a poem and produced a video. You can read the poem below and/or in the video.

Desert’s Rainy Season

Desert’s rainy season is
A product of summer highs
Mixed with atmosphere lows
Bringing a refreshing brief break
To her blue-skied summer heat

Desert’s wide-open spaces
Provide panoramic views
Showcasing threatening clouds
Only too often breakup
Before reaching your sky

Welcoming rains come
Only at Desert’s well
Playing havoc with forecasters
Never seeming to learn
She does not keep time

Wind shaking the trees,
Olive, palo verde and mesquite
Shadowed by rains wetness
Shining with each lightning flash
While drinking of life’s fountain

Olives falling from twisted branches
Rolled by wind over wet flagstones
Pounding rain leaving behind puddles
As rainwater exits through openings
In old pueblo walls

Wind chimes dance wildly
Ringing out in nervous joy
Desert’s unlocked sounds
Composing a melodic refrain
Proclaiming Desert’s delight

— kenne

Colorless Desert Sunset   Leave a comment

Colorless Desert Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Sonoran sunset

A different perspective

Maintains its beauty.

— kenne

Cattails By A Sonoran Creek   Leave a comment

Cattails By A Sonoran Desert Creek — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sonoran desert

a very diverse place

wildflowers take turns

blooming so visitors

can always see them — 

what a beautiful world.

— kenne

Desert Abstract Art   1 comment

Desert Abstract Art-72Desert Abstract Art by kenne

The colors of earth and sky
come together to paint
my Sonoran desert picture.

It’s beauty is in the contrasts
that blend together
creating a Zen moment

in time where old and new
mark our existence
in the presence of nature.

— kenne

Sonoran Skyway –Edward Abbey   Leave a comment

Winter In The Desert 2010 10816-Edit-1-72Sonoran Sky Island — Images by kenne

“I feel again the poignant urge to grasp it, embrace it, know all
at once and all in all; but the harder I strive for such a consummation,
the more elusive that it becomes, slipping like a dream through my
arms. Can this desire be satisfied only in death? Something in our
human consciousness seems to make us forever spectators of
the world we live in.

Maybe some of my crackpot, occultist friends are right; maybe we
really are aliens here on earth, our spirits born on some other,
simpler, more human planet. But why were we sent here?
What is our mission, comrades, and when do we get paid?

A writer’s epitaph: He fell in love with the planted earth,
but the affair was never consummated.”

— Edward Abbey

“To the consternation of the “committed” reviewer, he is not a
conservationist or an environmentalist or a boxable list of any other
kind; he keeps on showing up as Edward Abbey, a horse of another
color, and one that requires some care to appreciate.”

— from “A Few Words in Favor of Ed Abbey” by Wendell Berry

Desert Eye Sunset II blog framed IIISonoran Desert Eye

“He had the zeal of a true believer and the sting of a scorpion.”

— Wallace Stegner referring to Edward Abbey

Saguaro Cactus Are Being Destroyed By The Bighorn Fire   3 comments

Ventana Canyon - Clouds-Edit-1-art-72Lower Ventana Canyon (02/20/15) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Bighorn Fire has been burning for days in Ventana Canyon.
I love hiking in this beautiful narrow canyon. The lower part of
this canyon contains a lot of desert plants, such as the saguaro cactus.
This Sonoran Desert signature cactus is not adaptive to fire.
Thousands have already been destroyed by the Bighorn Fire.
It may take hundreds of years to return, if at all. Sad, very sad.

— kenne

Ventana Canyon (1 of 1)_Art-72Ventana Canyon (Note Invasive Grass in the Foreground) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Arizona Morning In The Sonoran Sun   Leave a comment

Cactus Wren at Sunrise-art-72-2Arizona Morning Cactus Wren On A Saguaro Cactus — Photo-Artistry by kenne

High thin clouds blanket the sky overnight

moving on as the sun warms the day to

the grinding sound of the cactus wren.

Will today become the first triple-digit

day of the summer, or will it be tomorrow?

The annual guessing game goes on.

— kenne 

Looking For Hope In A Hopeless World   3 comments

Casa Grande RuinsOcollio Blossom (Spanish for Little Torch) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Ocotillo (Fouquieria splendens) is one of the easiest plants to identify in the desert.
They are a large shrub with long cane-like unbranched spiny stems that
grow
from a short trunk. Small 2 inch leaves will grow from the stems
when there is enough
moisture. Dense clusters of red tubular flowers
grow from the end of the stems from
March through June.

— Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum

On this Easter Sunday in the age of HOVID-19,
we need to hold the torch high as
we look for hope in a hopeless world.

*****

Hope In A Hopeless World — Pop Stables

Baby born in New York City
Wrapped in a blanket all tattered and worn
Mama’s doin’ the best she can
It takes hope in a hopeless world

Her eldest son, he stayed in school
Listened to his mother, he never drank or used
But every job he wants he gets refused
It takes hope in a hopeless world

Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Trying to find love in these hateful times
Try to stay strong but my mind is weak
Looking for hope in a hopeless world

Churches are full, but the prayers are not heard
Saturday’s child don’t wanna to go to Sunday school
Whatever happened to the golden rule
It takes hope in a hopeless world

D’you got a quarter for the homeless man
Spare some change for the soldiers who fought the war
Put a little money in those hats and those tins
Give them hope in a hopeless world

Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Searchin’ for love in these hateful times
Try to stay strong but my mind is weak
Ease my mind, ease my mind

And on the corner there stands a young girl
The home she left was in the better part of town
Daddy did things she never talked about
It takes hope in a hopeless world

Somebody out there gotta listen
Somebody out there got to know what Pops been talkin’ about
Raise your hand, raise your hands if you’re with me
Give us hope in a hopeless world

You’ve got to listen to the voice inside
Peace and love don’t compromise – realize
Time is passing by
Can’t be standing still!

Sonoran Desert Fades (Easter Sunday)   2 comments

Canyon Rainbow-art-72Sonoran Desert Fades (Easter Sunday) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Faded desert scenes

Blend together each moment

 Slow fade to sunset.

— kenne

I Went To The Desert . . .   Leave a comment

Sonoran Sunset-72Catalina Foothills Sunset — Image by kenne

I went to the [desert] because I wished to live deliberately,
to front only the essential facts of life,
and see if I could not learn what it had to teach,
and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

— Henry David Thoreau

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