Broad-billed Hummingbird — Image by kenne
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Broad-Billed Hummingbird Leave a comment
A hummingbird is so small you almost miss it—
It darts, pauses, and turns in midair,
Storms Over The Catalinas Leave a comment
Storms Over The Catalinas Viewed from Our Patio — Image by kenne
Storm clouds crowd the Santa Catalinas.
Lightning strikes the ground,
and the desert holds its breath.
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Photographing Hummingbirds Leave a comment
Photographing Hummingbirds — Image by kenne
A hummingbird may arrive or it may not.
The camera remains, patient and indifferent.
Photography often resembles this arrangement:
a machine prepared for a moment that cannot be commanded.
The image, when it comes, will seem instantaneous.
Yet it will be the product of waiting, of expectation,
and of the photographer’s quiet belief that significance
may reveal itself in a fraction of a second.
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Not Just Another Sunset Leave a comment
Image by kenne
The sun descends behind
the western mountains,
yet leaves behind
a kingdom of light.
Clouds become banners
of gold and scarlet.
The desert floor glows softly,
as though illuminated
from within.
Not just another sunset—
but a Tucson evening,
where earth and sky
exchange their vows once more
before the coming night.
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Bottle Brush Bush Leave a comment
Bottle Brush Bush Blossom — Image by kenne
The bottle brush blooms as if it remembers another country. Its scarlet flowers hang from the branches like tiny brushes dipped in paint, each one catching sunlight and holding it a moment longer than the day allows. Hummingbirds arrive without invitation. They know what I sometimes forget—that beauty does not announce itself. It waits in the yard, patient as an old relative, until someone finally looks.
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Song of the Butterfly 1 comment
Orange Sulphur On a Mexican Bird of Paradise — Image by kenne
Song of the Butterfly
(In the Style of Walt Whitman)
I celebrate the Orange Sulphur!
I celebrate the yellow wanderer,
resting for a moment upon
the red and gold extravagance
of the Mexican Bird of Paradise.
Not hurried,
not troubled by clocks or calendars,
it pauses in the desert sunlight,
its wings holding the color of ripe lemons,
of dawn breaking over distant mountains.
O small traveler!
You belong to the flowers,
to the wind,
to the same vast earth
that bears the mountains and the sea.
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Southern Dogface Butterfly 2 comments
Southern Dogface On A Mexican Bird of Paradise — Image by kenne
A butterfly lands,
and for one perfect moment
the flower is still.
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Rainbow Over Tanuri Ridge Leave a comment
Rainbow Over Tanuri Ridge (08/17/26) — Image by kenne
The Rainbow
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
— William Wordsworth
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He’s Back Again 1 comment
Gila Woodpecker on the Patio Tree — Image by kenne
there he is again—
clinging sideways to the tree
like a bad decision
that won’t let go.
tap-tap-tap—
no rhythm, no apology.
and I laugh,
because that’s life, isn’t it?
just you
and your stubborn little beak
against something harder.
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Tunuri Ridge Sunset Leave a comment
Tanuri Ridge Sunset — Image by kenne
A sunset with thin,
trembling clouds—
the universe painting
without hurry.
Stand still long enough,
and you will feel chosen.
— kenne
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Cooper’s Hawk 6 comments
Cooper’s Hawk in the Patio Olive Tree Near the Bird Feeder– Image by kenne
The feeder is our promise to small lives.
The hawk is the answer we cannot control.
When he drops—swift, inevitable—
the air itself seems to close.
Afterward, the patio is ordinary again,
except for the silence that lingers.
— kenne
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Patio Nightlight Leave a comment
Patio Nightlight — Image by kenne
A solar jar sits glowing on the patio,
quiet as a candle,
turning leftover daylight
into a soft evening companion.
— kenne
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Hummingbirds And The Angle Of Light 3 comments
Anna’s Hummingbird, I Think — Image by kenne
Hummingbirds and the Angle of Light
The light deceives—
what was emerald becomes flame,
what was ruby turns to shadow.
You think you see the bird,
but it is the god you glimpse instead—
that quick shimmer between worlds.
They are not creatures of feather alone,
but of transformation,
messengers of the moment
when color forgets its name
and becomes pure presence.
Stand still,
and the air itself begins to sing—
reminding you
that beauty is never the thing seen,
but the seeing.
— kenne
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Hose Bib Metaphor of Life 2 comments
Hose Bib — Image by kenne
Hose Bib Metaphor of Life
there’s a small sadness
in calling the plumber
for something you’d have solved
with half a hangover
and the wrong tools
a few years ago.
but the plumber’s a good guy.
he fixes it quick,
smiles,
says it wasn’t a big deal.
I nod, pay him,
–watch him drive off
with my former life
rattling in the back
of his truck.
— kenne
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Bougainvillea Time Of The Year 2 comments
Bougainvillea Time of The Year — Image by kenne
Every morning now
the bougainvillea glows—
a lantern in daylight.
How does it hold so much pink,
so much flame?
I touch one fallen bract on the ground
and feel the whole season
lean closer, whispering:
remember this brightness.
— kenne
