Archive for the ‘Tanuri Ridge’ Tag
Sunset Over Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne
Becoming
Sunsets shouldn’t be taken for granted.
We’ve earned that wisdom.
They aren’t endings, but continuations—
light working through its final argument.
The desert holds its breath.
We’ve both run out of reasons
to explain beauty.
It happens anyway—
the sky goes dark,
and we call it grace.
Not because it lasts,
but because it doesn’t.
Later, inside,
the room fills
with the faint scent
of dust and air,
the residue of light
still on our faces.
You turn away to pour wine.
I watch,
knowing one day
I’ll remember this—
the silence,
the dimming,
the simple act
of not taking it for granted.
Male Cardinal in a Mesquite Tree — Image by kenne
Cardinal flares bright flame,
mesquite shadows bow around—
sunlight says amen.
Morning Glory — Image by kenne
Morning Glory
This morning glory
doesn’t waste time.
She opens up wide at sunrise,
says, “Well, good morning, world,”
like some old neighbor
leaning on the fence.
Gila Woodpecker — Image by kenne
Gila Woodpecker
That busy little thug,
black-and-white suit,
red cap like a bad idea—
he’s at it again,
beak punching neat holes
in my world.
The hummingbird feeder
wasn’t made for him,
but he doesn’t give a damn
about human intention.
Long tongue dips in,
sweet stolen fuel
for the day’s racket.
Call him nosey,
call him thief,
but look closer—
he’s just another desert anarchist,
making do in a place
that gives nothing easy.
And maybe I admire him for it,
this feathered outlaw
living by wit and boldness
reminding me that survival
is never polite.
— kenne
Two Ravens in The Olive Tree — Image by kenne
The Raven Always Listens
The raven always listens
to the wind—
a language older
than feather or bone.
Beside him,
his mate tilts her head,
black eyes catching
what cannot be seen.
Together they perch
on the edge of silence,
hearing the world
move through the air,
two shadows bound
by the endless song
of the wind.
Tanuri Ridge Sunset Computer Painting — Image by kenne
Evening comes slowly,
a patient hand across the desert sky.
Tanuri Ridge lifts its quiet spine
against the last of the light,
trees and shadows holding their place
as the horizon begins to burn.
The sun spills its final colors—
deep amber,
rose drifting into violet,
a breath of gold dissolving into silence.
Every hue lingers longer than the last,
as though the sky is unwilling to let go.
On the screen,
a digital brush gathers the moment,
stroke after stroke shaping what fades.
Pixels remember
what the eye can only witness once.
Here, in painted light,
the sunset does not vanish—
it stays suspended,
a meditation on time,
a stillness made visible,
a horizon that never fully darkens.
In the Patio shade after a long hike
After the hike, on the patio’s calm,
boots kicked off, legs still humming.
A bourbon rests in hand—
amber catching the low sun.
The photographer sees shapes in shadows,
the poet folds them into quiet lines.
Here, both are at home,
letting the day slip into night.
Pipevine Swallowtail on Common Lantana Blossom — Image by kenne
Midday heat shimmers—
a flash of velvet and blue
glides through desert light.
Drawn to lantana,
clustered in careless color,
the pipevine hovers.
Wings like falling dusk
sip from the bloom’s orange fire—
grace in full stillness.
Late Bloomers — Image by kenne
This potted cactus first bloomed in April, and now, in July, it graces the patio again.
Hummingbird at Feeder Silhouette — Image by kenne
Hummingbird hovers—
a silhouette in still light,
wings whisper at dusk.
Mexican Bird of Paradise (Caesalpinia pulcherrima)— Image by kenne
Blooming Mexican Bird of Paradise
Golden flares in desert heat,
fronds ablaze where sidewalks meet,
petals spilling flame and light—
sunrise rooted in full sight.
Hummingbirds in fleeting dance
sip the nectar, take their chance,
while dusty winds pass overhead
and paint the blooms a deeper red.
Flame-tipped petals catch the breeze,
a burst of fire among the trees.
Yellow, red, and orange flare—
summer’s banner in desert air.
Bottlebrush Blossoms In Front Yard — Image by kenne
Crimson bristles sway—
hummingbirds dive through morning,
yard bursts into song.
Desert Willow Blossoms — Image by kenne
Desert willow sways—
pink trumpets hum in dry winds,
bees sip on silence.
Landscape Butterfly and Hibiscus Blossom — Image by kenne
One bloom, two hard wings,
motion framed by quiet breeze —
the world holds its breath.
Rainbow Over Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne
Colors arc above—
quiet rooftops catch the light,
peace after the storm.
