Archive for the ‘Sonoran Desert’ Tag

Yetman Trail Panorama   Leave a comment

Yetman Trail — Panorama by kenne

beautiful vistas 

where the desert speaks

by not disturbing

your solitude

— kenne

Sombrero Peak In Saguaro National Park   Leave a comment

Hiking Sombrero Peak, located in Saguaro National Park–West, is a 3.3-mile out-and-back hike
with 1500 cumulative feet of elevation gain. — Panorama by kenne

 
 

Too Close To The Edge   Leave a comment

Tucson Basin, August 31, 2022 — Panorama Image by kenne

Blue sky above

a winding highway

on a sunkissed morning.

Tourists in rental cars

stop at Windy Point vista

climbing boulders

for a better view — 

children too close

to the edge.

— kenne

In The Desert, Only Golfers Walk On Grass   1 comment

Desert Golf Course — Image by kenne

Lizard don’t golf

Does anyone here remember
heat dancing off the sand
living land

the shifting dunes of september
now entombed in golf course green
so obscene

travelers came to see desert sights
searching for exotic places
empty spaces

stayed for warm days, star filled nights
building homes in paradise
closed eyes

banished the desert from its place
visitors need a permit to pass
keep off grass

Made a playground from the empty space
golfs a game anyone may play
they say

claiming a course is better than the desert waste
but the lizards who paid
never played

— Luann Pfost

Morning Walk In The Catalina Foothills   Leave a comment

Morning Walk In The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne

Let me tell you a story of Nature
and my early morning walks in the
desert. The fragrance of cactus blossoms
and the starkness of its beauty beckon.

Or, is it the silence, like no other, interrupted
only by the hum of bees and tiny species
who materialize when you draw a handful
of sand to your eyes, viewing them as equals.

— from A Desert Walk by Constance La France

Invoking the Full Meaning of Life   6 comments

I’m Just A Traveler In Other People’s Reality — Image by a Fellow Higher On The Trail

Invoking the Full Meaning of Life

How best to express sharing new life

when each moment deserves its face.

What seems apropos for the moment,

when the next moment fosters a unique experience.

Is it in a number?

The number of days?

The number of thoughts?

The number of heartbeats?

The number of turns?

The number of prayers?

. . . you can count the ways,

only to still not know life’s score.

Is it in a word?

Loving?

Caring?

Sharing?

Giving?

Sheltering?

Words to communicate thoughts and feelings

when manifested in knowledge and experience.

Or is it in art?

Transforming thought,

expressing feeling,

experiencing emotions and

the desire to evoke life,

even when distance 

appears to separate a lifelong bond.

I wrote this in the 1990s. Since then, retirement and moved 1,000 miles from where we had spent 25 years, putting distance between bonds. In the twelve years since moving, we have watched the bonds drift away, causing me to question the desire to evoke life, even when distance can’t separate a lifelong bond. 

We moved to the Sonoran desert with the illusion that friends and family would be beating a path to our new home in the desert southwest — not such luck. So we try staying in touch through social media, often questioning whether the bonds were ever real — confirming that we remain tourists in other people’s reality.

 I once read a posting by blogger Old Jules, “These damned ego-warts.” 

Old Jules was a 70-year-old hermit, living with three cats somewhere in the Texas Hill Country and writing a blog I enjoyed reading from time to time. Old Jules, who passed away April 21, 2020 at 74, had concluded that he has spent over a third of his life “being insignificant in the lives of others.” 

In 1992, after 25 years of marriage and a career of 20 years, he began a new career and life in Santa Fe. 

All secure in the knowledge the extended family and friends remaining behind were part of my life in which I’d been and remained important.”

Over time he concluded it was all an illusion. 

“Kids, young adult nephews, and nieces I’d coddled and bounced on my knee pealed out of my life-like layers of an onion. Most I never heard from again.”

He began to realize that he was merely tolerated, “. . . a piece of furniture in their lives.” 

Over time he rebuilt his life with a more potent dose of skepticism concerning his worth and place in the lives of others, which resulted in his becoming a hermit. 

“I no longer assume I’m important in the lives of other human beings and get my satisfaction in knowing I’m at least relevant to the cats. 

Because cats, though sometimes dishonest, aren’t capable of the depth and duration of dishonesty humans indulge regularly.”

Old Jules had come to believe “. . . that life is entirely too important and too short to be wasted in insignificance.”

His new awareness of life is now in teaspoon measurements, “. . . measured in contracts with cats not equipped to lie. A determination in the direction of significance measured in teaspoons of reality, 

as opposed to 55-gallon drums of dishonesty and self-delusion.”

“Teaspoons, I find, don’t spill away as much life in the discovery 

when they’re found to be just another ego-wart of pride and self-importance.”

Bonds, illusion or not, have difficulty being when the moments are separated by time and distance, becoming gleams of light, for an instant, in the long night.

I understand where Old Jules was coming from and feel his disillusionment. There is, however, a binding force that comes from a homesick longing to be whole, to have completion, as Plato described in the myth of the human halves passionately striving towards one. Like all mythical totalities, humans are subject to the triple dramaturgical rhythm of primal completeness, separation catastrophe, and restoration. The most significant attraction effect occurs between the second and third acts of life’s drama, which is where I find myself today — maybe this is also where Old Jules is. I am learning to understand myself from a new divide, one half experienced, the other inexperienced — in such a way that I’m learning to understand myself in new ways. 

But then, there are the darn cats!

Kika, what do you think?

Kika (She passed away December 10, 2011.)

Purple Cactus   Leave a comment

Purple Cactus — Image by kenne

“I’m Not Like The Others!”

Communicating With Nature   Leave a comment

Morning Shadows in the Canyon with a Friend (Greater Roadrunner)– Images by kenne

Surprise

Since moving to the Sonoran Desert,
I have had the time and inclination to
Communicate with the stars, trees,
And animals; able to live more intensely.

To walk in the morning as the sun
Comes up over the Rincon Mountains
Casting long shadows along the path as
The sky keeps its freshness from the night.

The air is crisp. I watch as birds fly by
Evoking in my thoughts, the dawn breeze
Becomes brisker, creating movement sounds
Percussion for the bird’s songs.

— kenne

Glowing Sunset   Leave a comment

Glowing Sunset — Image by kenne

“Life does not come with instructions on how to live,

but it does come with trees, sunsets, smiles, and laughter,

so enjoy your day.”

— Debbie Shapiro

 
 
 

Desert Landscape   Leave a comment

Desert Landscape — Image by kenne

“Alone in the silence, I understand for a moment the dread which many feel in the presence of primeval desert,
the unconscious fear which compels them to tame, alter or destroy what they cannot understand, to reduce the wild
and prehuman to human dimensions. Anything rather than confront directly the anti-human, that other world
which frightens not through danger or hostility but in something far worse – its implacable indifference.”

Edward Abbey

The Sonoran Sun   2 comments

The Sonoran Sun — Image by kenne

the Sonoran sun

bringing on the summer heat

monsoon to follow

— kenne

Hiking In Bighorn Country   Leave a comment

Hiking Bighorn Country In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.

— Emily Dickinson

Prickly Pear Cactus Blossoms   Leave a comment

Prickly Pear Blossoms — Images by kenne

Desert’s Beauty

it blooms in the spring
cactus flower everywhere
desert’s beauty thrives

 
— Anna M Shepard 

On The Move   Leave a comment

“On The Move” (Greater Roadrunner)– Images by kenne

Greater roadrunner

Enjoys getting attention

Of those around him.

— kenne

Life In A Flower   Leave a comment

Cactus Blossom Art by kenne

Life in a flower

Just a brief moment in time

So life can move on.

— kenne

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