Palo Verde Gallery by kenne (March 27, 2015)
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Palo Verde’s Blooming In Southern Arizona 1 comment
Ghost Clouds At Sunset 1 comment
— Image by kenne
Ghost clouds
Of yesterday’s desert showers
At sunset.
— kenne
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Brittlebush Blooming Everywhere In Picacho Peak State Park 1 comment
Brittlebush Blooming Everywhere In Picacho Peak State Park — Images by kenne
Friend, Tom Markey and I spent a recent morning hiking in the Park and so much is in full bloom.
This posting focuses on brittlebush images with many more wildflowers to come.
Click here to see more brittlebush images in a slideshow format.
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Morning Hike In Picacho Peak State Park 1 comment
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Morning Hike In Picacho Peak State Park (February 26, 2015) — Images by kenne
One of the best places to see spring wildflowers in southern Arizona is at Picacho Peak State Park, so early yesterday morning Tom Markey and I drove up I-10 for an hour to the park, not to hike to the top of the peak, but to hike the west trail to observe and photograph the wildflowers. The rains this winter have not only produced beautiful wildflowers, but made the desert very green, which adds contrast to the views. This posting is meant to give you a feel for our hiking into the sun on the backside of Picacho Peak setting the stage for wildflower photos to be posted later.
kenne
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It’s Rodeo Time In The Sonoran Desert 1 comment
La Fiesta de los Vaqueros — Tucson Rodeo Image by kenne
THE ILLUSORY WORLD
Sage
This world is but a winery,
Its host and master Father Time,
Who caters only to those steep’d
In dreams discordant, without rhyme.
For people drink and race as though
They were the steeds of mad desire;
Thus some are blatant when they pray,
And others frenzied to acquire.
Few on this earth who savor life,
And are not bor’d by its free gifts;
or divert not its streams to cups
In which their fancy floats and drifts.
Should you then find a sober soul
Amidst the state of revelry,
Marvel how a moon did find
In this rain cloud a canopy.
— Kahlil Gibran
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The Early Bird Gets A Worm, The Early Butterfly Gets A Rock Leave a comment
The Early Bird Gets A Worm, The Early Painted Lady Butterfly Gets A Rock (January 23, 2015) — Image by kenne
This painted lady butterfly maybe migrating from Mexico or has spent the winter in southern Arizona. Regardless, this little lady has decided to land on the side of a rock on the Romero Pools Trail in the Pusch Ridge area of the Santa Catalina Mountains. This time of year, by midday most butterflies appear not to be spending time stopping, but rather passing through, making them difficult to photograph. So, when one lands we take advantage of the moment — happy travels my little friend.
kenne
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Añejo Like Fine Tequila Leave a comment
Computer Art by kenne
I stared hard. . .
by Tony Mares
thinking of Charles Bukowski
I stared hard at the hard-edges painting
it was the sharp translucent line
meant to be a glimpse at a micro-mini
segment of the lace trim on a skirt
wrapped around the gorgeous curves
of a women longing for me
but inaccessible of the canvas
at least I could imagine her
That’s when I ordered my third tequila
drank it straight like #s 1 & 2
every woman at the bar glowed
more beautiful than the ladies
on a French postcard and shed
ten years just like that too bad
I am more aged than tequila añejo
not that hard or sharp anymore
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The Chestnut Horse — Computer Art by kenne
Horse
What does the horse give you
That I cannot give you?
I watch you when you are alone,
When you ride into the field behind the dairy,
Your hands buried in the mare’s
Dark mane.
Then I know what lies behind your silence:
Scorn, hatred of me, of marriage.
Still, You want me to touch you;
You cry out As brides cry, but when I look at you I see
There are no children in your body.
Then what is there?
Nothing, I think.
Only haste
To die before I die.
In a dream, I watched you ride the horse
Over the dry fields and then
Dismount: you two walked together;
In the dark, you had no shadows.
But I felt them coming toward me
Since at night they go anywhere,
They are their own masters.
Look at me.
You think I don’t understand?
What is the animal
If not passage out of this life?
— Louise Gluck
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Capturing The Moment, Again — “The Three Wise Ravens” Leave a comment
“The Three Wise Ravens” — Computer Art by kenne
*****
Tis the season of wonder,
the time of the golden dawn.
Three magi all in black,
barriers of exotic wisdom.
Ancient philosophers and priests
carefully phrasing their questions,
In union with good thought,
in word and in deed.
It is between these that
wise men choose what is right.
*****
Peace and Goodwill To All,
Happy Holidays!
kenne & joy
(Originally posted December 21, 2011)
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Tucson 4th Avenue Street Fair Snapshots Leave a comment
Folks sip margaritas and beer,
smoke babyback ribs, gorge themselves
on sweet corn and watermelon,
clamoring for the yearly fireworks show,
patriotic bombs bursting in air
to celebrate the unalienable rights
to send aliens back where they came from
and to treat everyone as an illegal
just for breathing the air of liberty
in the land of the free and home of the brave.
Storm clouds build on the mountains,
gusts whipping through the valley
shaking ancient saguaro to the roots.
— Sonoran Monsoon Season by Audell Shelburne
(CLICK ON ANY OF THE IMAGES FOR LARGER VIEW IN A SLIDESHOW FORMAT)
Tucson 4th Avenue Street Fair Snapshots (December 13, 2014) Images by kenne
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Lemons On The Patio 1 comment
Lemons On The Patio — Image by kenne
enduring
cold nights
hot days
drought
grasshoppers
caterpillars
making
pending
harvest
gratifying
— kenne
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Desert Fence Line 2 comments
Desert Fence Line — Image by kenne
We’d picked up all the fencing tools
And staples off the road.
An extra roll of “bob” wire
Was the last thing left to load.
I drew a sleeve across my face
To wipe away the dirt.
The young man who was helping me
Was tuckin’ in his shirt.
I turned around to him and said,
“This fence is finally done,
With five new strands of ‘bob’ wire
Shinin’ proudly in the sun.
— from The Fence That Me and Shorty Built, by Red Steagall
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Full Moon Cabin 7 comments
Full Moon Cabin — Image by kenne
There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.
— from The Men That Don’t Fit In, by Robert W. Service
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Capturing The Moment — Mountain Marigold 1 comment
Mountain Marigold, Madera Canyon (October 27,2014) — Image by kenne
Mountain Marigold
Competing with fall colors,
All winners here.
— kenne
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Shadows On Her Wings 3 comments
“Shadows On Her Wings,” Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne
Shadows on her wings
Dancing in the morning sun
My queen for a day.
— kenne
