Archive for the ‘Sunset’ Tag

Nothing Gold Can Stay   1 comment

Golden Columbine WildflowerGolden Columbine — Image by kenne

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down today.

Nothing gold can stay.

— Robert Frost

 

 

Bougainvillea & Sunsets December 2012Sunset — Image by kenne

 

Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset   3 comments

Almost Missed The Sunset-72Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset — Image by kenne

Apple Fire smoke

Makes for beautiful photos

Shades of red sunset.

— kenne

Gray Skies At Sunset   3 comments

Gray Skies at Sunset-72Gray Skies At Sunset — Image by kenne

Late yesterday a lot of haze moved in the Tucson basin probably as a result of the Apple Fire burning in the Cherry Valley area east of San Bernadino and south of Big Bear Lake in southern California.  This is a sunset image from our patio. 

— kenne

 

Time   2 comments

Sunset On Blackett's RidgeTime– Image by kenne

Left behind as the sun rushes toward a destiny,

time does not flow in a continuous stream

from past into future like the position of the sun

as we begin to feel foolish waiting for it to set.

 

The present moment is part of what’s about to happen,

“now” becoming a prologue to more things to come

giving us more room to stay in the moment

and your future, a past you remember.

— kenne

 

Ensenada Bay Sunset   1 comment

Ensenada Bay Sunset-art-72Ensenada Bay Sunset (01/07/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sea,

once it casts its spell,

holds one in its net forever.

— Jacques Cousteau

Katelyn At Sunset   Leave a comment

silhouette katelyn-72Katelyn at Sunset (March 2017) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you

can understand.

— from The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats (Fairy and Folktales of the Irish Peasentry 1888) 

 

It Was She And Not The Sea We Heard   Leave a comment

Joy on the beach (1 of 1) blogThe Sea of Cortas — Image by kenne

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,
That was not ours although we understood,
Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.

The sea was not a mask. No more was she.
The song and water were not medleyed sound
Even if what she sang was what she heard,
Since what she sang was uttered word by word.
It may be that in all her phrases stirred
The grinding water and the gasping wind;
But it was she and not the sea we heard.

— from The Idea of Order at Key West by Wallace Stevens
(Click Here To Read The Complete Poem)

Baja California Sunset   Leave a comment

Baja California SunsetBaja California Sunset (January 7, 2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We wait on a ship

As sunsets over the bay

Unable to leave.

— kenne

I Went To The Desert . . .   Leave a comment

Sonoran Sunset-72Catalina Foothills Sunset — Image by kenne

I went to the [desert] because I wished to live deliberately,
to front only the essential facts of life,
and see if I could not learn what it had to teach,
and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

— Henry David Thoreau

Colorado River Sunset   Leave a comment

Colorado River Sunset-art-72Colorado River Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The river runs low

Farms and towns conserve water

As the west dries up.

— kenne

March Sonoran Sunset   Leave a comment

Phoinex Sunset-72March Sonoran Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

A February Sunset   1 comment

Hutch's Pools 02-01-13A February Sunset (Tucson Arizona) — Image by kenne

Over the mountains

Another sunset goes down

Soon the stars will shine.

— kenne

Patio Sunset Panorama   1 comment

Patio Sunset Panorama-72Patio Sunset Panorama (Tanuri Ridge) by kenne

Foreplay in the Mountains

Living at the edge of the mountains
Watching the clouds push up the slopes
Tangling with the peeks, leaving behind
The milk of its firm, but gentle strokes

So stimulating is the foreplay
The setting sun directs its light
Reflecting off nature’s dramatic act
Fondling each to a new height

I watch, as a distant voyeur
Yet trying to sneak a feel
In the role of a mountain man
Without going against her will

In a moment, the thrill is gone
With the setting sun’s brightness
The clouds losing its excitement
Hastened by the shadows of darkness

Now alone at the mountain’s edge
I dream of stroking the night’s way
Bringing on the demons of darkness
Desiring only to stimulate the play

— kenne (February 1, 2011)

 

Blackett’s Ridge Trail Sunset   2 comments

Tucson sunset (1 of 1)-4-72-3Blackett’s Ridge Trail Sunset (Tucson, Arizona) — Image by kenne

“Once we believe in ourselves,
we can risk curiosity, wonder,
spontaneous delight,
or any experience
that reveals the human spirit.”

— E. E. Cummings

Tucson Winter Sunset   5 comments

Sunset On Blackett's RidgeTucson Winter Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Unless one is able to live fully in the present, the future is a hoax.”

— Alan Watts

“There is never time in the future in which we will work out our salvation.
The challenge is in the moment; the time is always now.”

— James Baldwin