Spinose Teeth; Thorns, Spines, and Prickles — Image by kenne
Archive for the ‘Sonoran Desert’ Tag
Spinose Teeth Leave a comment
Every desert plant
Handle with care.
Out here, survival
Open Shutters Leave a comment
Open Shutters — Image by kenne
The shutters open
and morning enters slowly—
dust, birdsong, the smell
of coffee crossing the room.
On the adobe wall,
sunlight warms the clay.
Beyond it, the border
is a line on a map
and a thousand lived stories.
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At Sunset, The Desert Has Little Patience Leave a comment
Sunset From Blackett’s Ridge Trail (10/11/11) — Image by kenne
I watched the sunset
nestle into the cactus’s embrace
while the shadows climbed
the flanks of the Catalinas.
The desert has little patience
for people in a hurry.
It asks only that you
sit still long enough
to notice what was already there.
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Gaint Saguaro Art Leave a comment
Computer Art by kenne
The giant saguaros rise
from the computer screen
as they rise from the desert—
arms lifted,
silent and patient,
older than memory.
Pixels become shadows,
shadows become living forms.
The Sonoran Desert appears
not as a landscape,
but as a gathering
of ancient relatives
standing watch beneath the sky.
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Shades of Red Sunset Leave a comment
Shades of Red Sunset — Image by kenne
A red sunset
rests upon Tucson
like a hand
on an old friend’s shoulder.
The mountains listen.
The ocotillo stands still.
Even the wind
seems content to wait.
Then slowly,
almost tenderly,
the color fades,
leaving the desert
richer for having held it.
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Not Just Another Sunset Leave a comment
Image by kenne
The sun descends behind
the western mountains,
yet leaves behind
a kingdom of light.
Clouds become banners
of gold and scarlet.
The desert floor glows softly,
as though illuminated
from within.
Not just another sunset—
but a Tucson evening,
where earth and sky
exchange their vows once more
before the coming night.
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What the Desert Keeps 2 comments
What the Desert Keeps — Image by kenne
Tonight the desert is orange
from mountain ridge to wash,
as though the day
had broken open
and spilled its last handful of gold.
The creosote keeps its dark leaves.
The saguaro keeps its scars.
The old cottonwood keeps its shadow.
Nothing asks to be rescued.
The land has learned
what we are slow to learn:
to receive the light,
to give it back,
and to remain.
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Eastern Arizona Sky 2 comments
Sandhill Cranes Migrating North From Southern Arizona (February 2026) — Image by kenne
Eastern Arizona Sky
White Mountains
far beyond sight.
The birds know.
Across the broad sky
their voices stitch
one season
to another.
No ceremony.
Just wings,
breath,
and the long road
of air.
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Old Bunkhouse 2 comments
An Old Bunkhouse Near an Abandoned San Simon Valley Livestock Corral — Image by kenne
The old bunkhouse stands in quiet witness beside the abandoned corral,
its weathered boards holding stories of cattle drives, dust storms,
and long days beneath an unforgiving Arizona sky.
Once surrounded by rich grasslands stretching across the San Simon Valley,
it belonged to a landscape that sustained both livestock and the people who depended on them.
Today, the fading structure reminds us how quickly the land and its history can change,
while the Peloncillo Mountains continue their timeless watch over the valley.
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Spring Awakening In the Santa Catalina Mountains 2 comments
Spring Awakening -- Image by kenne
Along the mountain's winding trail,
Spring scatters blossoms on the breeze.
Purple lupines sway and bow,
While golden poppies light the leaves.
The Santa Catalinas glow
In shades of yellow, red, and blue.
Each blossom is a mountain song,
Brief, bright, and forever true.
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Hummingbird On Nest 3 comments
Anna's Hummingbird On Nest -- Image by kenne
A branch, a nest, a bird.
Nothing more is needed.
Spider silk binds the walls,
lichen softens the edges.
The Anna's hummingbird rests there,
breathing with the rhythm of the desert morning.
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Another Beautiful Sonoran Sunset Leave a comment
Sonoran Sunset -- Image by kenne
The mountains darken, but above them
red, orange, and yellow gather
like old spirits around a fire,
warming the vast desert silence
one final time before night.
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Happy Mother’s Day From The Desert Southwest 1 comment
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
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Sonoran Spring Wildflowers Leave a comment
Sonoran Spring Wildflowers — Image by kenne
Along the trail,
the desert wildflowers arrive quietly—
yellow, violet, white—
as if the desert, after months of restraint,
has decided to speak
in small bursts of color.
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Hiking Into The Morning Sun 3 comments
Hiking into the Morning Sun — Image by kenne
