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Sabino Canyon Sunrise — Image by kenne
“Photographs do not render reality–realistically.
It is reality which is scrutinized, and evaluated, for its fidelity to photographs.
Instead of just recording reality, photographs have become the norm
for the way things appear to us, thereby changing the very idea of reality,
and of realism.”
— Susan Sontag
Sunrise On Wildhorse Trail — Image by kenne
Sunrise, Wildhorse Trail
At first,
only the hush of desert air,
the pale outlines of rock.
Then light arrives—
slow spilling over the Rincons,
finding its way through
the arms of a saguaro,
each one lifted,
as if in invocation.
The trail holds me still.
I breathe the cactus gathers fire.
For a moment
the earth itself
remembers how to
call on the spirits.
Sabino Canyon Sunrise — Image by kenne
Nurse Tree
The saguaros stand—
green towers,
ribbed and stubborn,
older than fences,
older than men.
At their side
a mesquite stands broken,
once a nurse tree,
a shield from sun and frost,
now driftwood for the wind.
That’s the desert way:
to raise the young,
then vanish—
leaving only the wind,
and the silence
of a job well done.
Early Morning In Tucson’s Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
On December 29, 2024, I posted “There ain’t no substitute,” a line from my poem, “Under Tucson Skies.”
Under Tucson skies
Desiring the wings to fly
In a sky so deep blue
Satisfied to walk my days
Under Tucson skies.
Sometimes I get a little lost
Acting like a kid flying high
I don’t know why
the thrill is still here
Satisfied under Tucson skies.
I know it ain’t just
one of those things
It’s something so nice
So I can’t get use to
Something so right.
I see beautiful colors
I want to write about
But there ain’t no substitute
For the real thing
I know there ain’t no substitute.
After the posting, I received a comment from a blogger I follow,
Frank Hudson. “
Reading under Tucson Skies makes me think it could be sung. — Working on music for it today. You might hear it soon.” Frank is a poet and musician with an ongoing project, “Parlando – Where Music and Words Meet.” I love his Dylanesque style of music.
On my birthday, January 15th, Frank sent a link to the music. I remain profoundly moved.
Under Tucson Skies
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