Don’t Fence Me In — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Questionable deals
A cattle trucking corral
Ranchers bow to greed.
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Southeast Arizona’ Tag
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Questionable deals
Blossoms and Butterflies 1 comment
Southeast Arizona Butterfly Photo-Artistry by kenne
Blossoms and Butterflies
In Sabino Canyon with a group of kids
someone spotted a butterfly flying by
suddenly landing on a nearby wildflower
attracting our attention as a progression
of butterflies began to fill space around us —
smiles and pleasure with the moment.
— kenne
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A High Desert Yucca In Bloom Leave a comment
A High Desert (4,800′) Yucca In Bloom — Image by kenne
The sky is blue
The air is dry
I love the view
Enjoy the high.
— kenne
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Arizona Wine Country Leave a comment
Arizona Wine Country — Computer Art by kenne
Vineyards grace grasslands
Surrounded by rolling hills —
Wines and copper mines.
— kenne
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The Outpost Leave a comment
“The Outpost” (Doubtful Canyon Cattle Ranch) — Image by kenne
Various Outposts
You traded places
with the mystery — fire-torn, insulated leaves,
the steady eyes of the huckleberry — (Haven’t you
been sad most of your life? Come on,
all those outposts in the middle . . . they say the end
of growth is that you’ll suffer “purely” . . .)
One night, remember? No envy or hope.
What you sought
was here, what was done
could not be undone by you: there was the owl,
the night’s vice president,
the tangled sheets of moon —
— Brenda Hillman
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Don’t Fence Me In 1 comment
Don’t Fence Me In — Image by kenne
the West
invented itself,
then
reinvented itself —
first by cowboys,
then
by landowners,
which changed its
tone and image,
so much so
now only the
makings of myths,
not history.
— kenne
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Coyote Fence — Computer Painting Leave a comment
Computer Painting by kenne
You ask me what’s a coyote fence? A crooked line of cedar poles
Surrounding our adobe, our refuge from the road
Some nights we can see light of fires as Indians dance
And the eyes of God shine through the coyote fence.
— from “The Light Beyond the Coyote Fence” by Tom Russell
