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Hazy Desert Sunrise   6 comments

Milagrosa Loop Hazy Sun (1 of 1)-17 blogHazy 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

Tanuri Ridge Sunrise   1 comment

MORNING WALK_20100811_0273 SUNRISE V blogTanuri 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

Sabino Canyon Sunrise   Leave a comment

sunrise-1-of-1-7-blog ISabino Canyon Sunrise — Image by kenne

We are part of the universe,
we have the essence of the earth in our bones,
oceans in our blood and stars in our mind’s
desire to reach out and be more.

— Casey Kochmer

Sunrise In Lake Charles — Down On The Bayou   Leave a comment

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Lake Charles Sunrise-2716 blogSunrise In Lake Charles (May 22, 2017) — Images by kenne

Down On the Bayou

The cypress swamp around me wraps its spell,
With hushing sounds in moss-hung branches there,
Like congregations rustling down to prayer,
While Solitude, like some unsounded bell,
Hangs full of secrets that it cannot tell,
And leafy litanies on the humid air
Intone themselves, and on the tree-trunks bare
The scarlet lichen writes her rubrics well.
The cypress-knees take on them marvelous shapes
Of pygmy nuns, gnomes, goblins, witches, fays,
The vigorous vine the withered gum-tree drapes,
Across the oozy ground the rabbit plays,
The moccasin to jungle depths escapes,
And through the gloom the wild deer shyly gaze.

— Mary Ashley Townsend

A June Sunrise In Sabino Canyon   1 comment

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Sabino Canyon Sunrise-1708 blogA June Sunrise In Sabino Canyon — Images by kenne

I believe in nothing, everything is sacred. I believe in everything, nothing is sacred.

— Tom Robbins

Desert Silhouette   Leave a comment

MMM 02-04-13“Desert Silhouette” — Image by kenne

“Oh that the desert were my dwelling place,
With only one fair spirit for my minster.
That I might forget the human race,
And hating no one, love her only.”

— Lord Byron

Sunrise On Wildhorse Trail   Leave a comment

Wildhorse TrailSunrise On Wildhorse Trail — Image by kenne

No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have
no capacity for living now.

— Alan Watts

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