Old Western Morning (Sonoran Desert) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot
Two-Windows (Tucson Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Chase Morris — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
— Four Quarters by T.S. Eliot
Mourning Doves In The Morning Sunlight (Sabino Canyon Recreational Area) — Image by kenne
“For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.”
— from Four Quartets, by T. S. Eliot
Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
The SCVN Friday Nature Hike was Aspen Trail, Marshall Gulch Trail loop,
which would provide an opportunity to see the beautiful fall colors on Mt. Lemmon.
The Aspen Trail has a grove of aspens, which I blogged in a previous posting.
After hiking through the aspen grove, I began to get out in front of the nature hikers.
With less fall color on the remaining part of the Aspen Trail I decided to pick-up my pace.
I knew from past experience there would be plenty of fall color on the Marshall Gulch Trail.
I was aware that my buddies, Jim Thompson and Tom Markey, were hiking the trail;
hence, I might be able to catch up with them.
I first began hiking with Jim and Tom nine years ago. They were part of the Monday Morning Milers (MMM),
the first hiking group with which I started hiking.
Most of the MMM were lifetime hikers in southeast Arizona, many of whom were in their 80’s.
Jim recently celebrated his 90th birthday.
While Tom is a youngster like me, he’s 79.
Images by kenne
It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern,
And ceases to be a mere sequence —
Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy
Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution,
Which becomes, in the popular mind,
A means of disowning the past.
The moments of happiness — not the sense of well-being,
Fruition, fulfillment, security or affection,
Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination —
We had the experience but missed the meaning,
And approach to the meaning restores the experience
In a different form, beyond any meaning
We can assign to happiness.
— from “Four Quartets” by T. S. Eliot
Common Mullein Blossoms On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern,
and ceases to be a mere sequence—
Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy
Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution,
Which becomes, in the popular mind,
a means of disowning the past.
— T. S. Eliot
Voiceless Wailing — Photo-Artistry by kenne
There is no end of it, the voiceless wailing,
No end to the withering of withered flowers,
To the movement of pain that is painless and motionless,
To the drift of the sea and the drifting wreckage, . . .
— T. S. Eliot
Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from Burnt Norton by T.S. Eliot
Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
— T.S. Eliot
Prickly Pear Cactus in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
–– from “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot
Loma Alta Trailhead Saguaro National Park — Image by kenne
— from “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot
Aria Abstract by kenne
The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.
— T.S. Eliot
Goldeneye Wildflower — Grunge Art by kenne
Morning Thought:
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
— T. S. Eliot
Sabino Canyon with T.S. Eliot line from Four Quartets (September 4, 2015) — Image by kenne
