Morning Sunrise Along The Trail — Image by kenne
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Morning Sunrise Along The Trail Leave a comment
Puerto Peñasco Sunrise 1 comment
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 5 comments
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 Leave a comment
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 Leave a comment
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 6 comments
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 2 comments
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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Sabino Canyon Sunrise Leave a comment
Sabino 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
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Sunrise In Lake Charles — Down On The Bayou 1 comment
Sunrise 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
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A June Sunrise In Sabino Canyon 1 comment
A June Sunrise In Sabino Canyon — Images by kenne
I believe in nothing, everything is sacred. I believe in everything, nothing is sacred.
— Tom Robbins
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Desert Silhouette Leave a comment
“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
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Sunrise On Wildhorse Trail Leave a comment
Sunrise 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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Hot Air Balloons Over Sedona — Photo Essay 10 comments
Hot Air Balloons Over a Sedona Morning (June 15, 2016) — Images by kenne
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Sacred Minus The Profound Leave a comment
Sedona (June 15, 2016) — Image by kenne
Sacred Minus The Profound
Three Women
in white
flying a
white drone over
Sedona Vortex.
— kenne (5-7-5)
