Archive for the ‘sunrise’ Tag
Lake Woodlands Sunrise (May 25,2010) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Meditation means keeping one mind.
You must understand – what is life?
What is death? If you keep one mind,
there is no life, no death.
Then if you die tomorrow, no problem;
if you die in five minutes, no problem.
— Seung Sahn
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January Sunrise, Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot
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Morning Sunlight in the Saguaro National Park – East — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Sonoran Desert Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sonoran desert
The spirit is enlightened
A silent knowledge.
— kenne
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Walking The Shoreline At Sunrise (Playacar Beach) — Image by kenne
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Playacar Beach Sunrise — Image by kenne
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Sandos Playacar Beach Sunrise — iPhone Image by kenne
Nearing the end of our two-week vacation that has included Jill and Hugh’s wedding in Kingwood, Texas, the French Quarter in New Orleans and Playa del Carmen, Mexico. We will end our vacation by visiting Tulum, the site of a pre-Columbian Mayan walled city.
— kenne
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Morning Sunrise Along The Trail — Image by kenne
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Puerto Peñasco Sunrise — Image by kenne
In an October 10th entry, I posted a photo-artistry piece of this image. I thought I would share the original image taken during an early morning walk along the beach near the El Pinacate Biosphere Reserve in Sonora, Mexico five years ago.
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Walking takes longer… than any other known form of locomotion except crawling.
Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed.
— Edward Weston
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Galveston Island Sunrise — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Hiking Douglas Spring Trail — Image by kenne
Tomorrow’s Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN) Friday hike will be on the Douglas Spring Trail in the Rincon Mountains. For the first time in several years, I will not be participating. I will miss being on this hike.
A flat start into the morning sun
Hikers leaving behind long shadows
On a trail that will soon disappear
As we start our climb in
The mountain’s shadow, stopping
Only to watch things themselves
Letting the sun and earth
Go about their changes.
— kenne
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Saguaros At Sunrise — Image by kenne
The Capture of Mr. Sun
The sun is a lion
circling his cage,
Caught for you, brought for you
on this wheeled stage,
Through fixed bars glaring
his wrath and his rage
Like a pen for the baby
or bedrails in old age.
The lion is a sunflower
with a broad gold face,
Its petals outstreaming
like a mane or the rays
Of that candescent Power
we all watch pace
Through the gendering heavens
on its circuit of days.
The flower is tracing
the sun on its rounds;
The carnival moves through
its orbit of towns;
The lion's cage rolls
your streets up and down
Where be pads and we shiver
at his smile, his frown.
-- W. D. Snodgrass
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Sunrise, Outer Banks Of North Carolina
Moving surf
under the sunrise
why such beauty
only a few
can understand
in a world of black
not of color
but of mind.
— kenne
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Hazy Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
We converse as we live by repeating,
by combining and recombining a few elements
over and over again just as nature does
when of elementary particles it builds a world.
— William Gass
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Tanuri Ridge Sunrise — Computer Art by kenne
Morning
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.
— Billy Collins
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