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“. . . how beautiful he looked, veering away”   Leave a comment

Turkey Vultures March 2013One Beautiful Bird (Turkey Vulture) — Image by kenne

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, ‘My dear bird, we are wasting time
here.
These old bones will still work; they are not for you.’ But how
beautiful
he looked, gliding down
On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the
sea-light
over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak
and
become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes–
What a sublime end of one’s body, what an enskyment; what a life
after death.

— Robinson Jeffers

Turkey Vultures leaving their overnight stay along the Tanque Verde Wash as they continue their migration north.

 

While On My Morning Walk   1 comment

Cactus Blossoms-72Cactus Blossoms — Image by kenne

Turkey Vultures-72Turkey Vultures Migrating North  — Image by kenne

The other morning we counted over 250 turkey vultures
leaving the Tanque Verde Wash just south of our community.
This time of year hundreds of turkey vultures spend the night in trees along the wash.

— kenne

Queen Butterfly   1 comment

Queen Butterflies-art-72Queen Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Clear View   Leave a comment

Clear ViewImage by kenne

 

Hidden Valley Rock Formations   1 comment

Hidden Valley

Hidden ValleyHidden Valley Rock Formations — Images by kenne

 

Photo-Artistry Sunset   3 comments

Sunset (1 of 1)-Edit blogPhoto-Artistry Sunset by kenne

Try to praise the mutilated world.

Remember June’s long days,

and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.

The nettles that methodically overgrow

the abandoned homesteads of exiles.

You must praise the mutilated world.

You watched the stylish yachts and ships;

one of them had a long trip ahead of it,

while salty oblivion awaited others.

You’ve seen the refugees going nowhere,

you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.

You should praise the mutilated world.

Remember the moments when we were together

in a white room and the curtain fluttered.

Return in thought to the concert where music flared.

You gathered acorns in the park in autumn

and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.

Praise the mutilated world

and the gray feather a thrush lost,

and the gentle light that strays and vanishes

and returns.

— Adam Zagajewski

Zion Digital Art   Leave a comment

Zion Snapshots-12 art_2 blogZion Digital Art by kenne

What am I doing?
I am not the one to ask —
Just doing, you know.

— kenne

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