Archive for the ‘Spring’ Tag

Art — You will Know It When You See It   4 comments

Wildflowers (1 of 1)-2 blogDesert Wildflowers — Image by kenne

Tell me what you think art is — if you can

— ask a lot of people — and see if anybody knows . . .

You ask me about music — I like it better than anything

in the world — Color gives me the same thrill once in

a long long time — I can almost remember and count the times

— it is usually just the outdoors or the flowers — or a person —

sometimes a story — or something that will call a picture

to my mind — will affect me like music — 

— Georgia O’Keeffe

Seasons Come And Go   Leave a comment

Pipevine Swallotail-72.jpgMore Signs of Spring In Sabino Canyon (Pipevine Swallowtail) — Image by kenne

Truth never dies.  The ages come and go.

  The mountains wear away, the stars retire.

Destruction lays earth’s mighty cities low;

   And empires, states and dynasties expire;

But caught and handed onward by the wise,

  Truth never dies.

— author unknown

Spring Is Popping Out All Over   Leave a comment

Poppy-72Mexican Poppy — Image by kenne

Spring is popping out
Losing a few nuances
Creating others.

— kenne

 

Signs of Spring In The Canyon   2 comments

London Rocket-blogLondon Rocket (Sisymbrium irio) In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

Spring is beginning
to push aside old winter
bringing on new life.

— kenne

 

Aging In The Spring   2 comments

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013“Aging in the Spring: — Image by kenne

Aging in the spring
Summer temps have come early —
Is this a new norm?

— kenne

Posted June 10, 2018 by kenneturner in Information, Photography, Poetry, Spring, Summer

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Black-tailed Gnatcatcher   Leave a comment

Black-tailed Gnatcatcher-1157 blogBlack-tailed Gnatcatcher On A Brittlebush in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

Because of a lack of winter rains,
brittlebush plants are very dry and few
are blooming this spring.

— kenne

“Nothing human disgusts me . . . unless it is unkind or violent.”

— Tennesee Williams

A Poem About Spring   1 comment

Desert MuseumSpring, 2018 — art by kenne

Maybe you need to write a poem about spring.

When everything blossoming is blossoming
and everything dead is dead
and everything wants to be fucked is fucked
it’s nature maintaining the way life was
and will continue to be as a bird calls
from the tree with new green leaves.

— kenne

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