Archive for the ‘Tucson Arizona’ Tag

Greater Roadrunner Photo Essay   3 comments

(Click on Any of the Tiled Images for a Larger View in a Slideshow Format.)

Greater Roadrunner Photo Essay by kenne

Alert and cunning

All business searching for food

This is not a show.

— kenne

Sabino Creek Above The Dam   1 comment

Sabino Creek above the Dam-1326 blogSabino Creek Above The Dam — Image by kenne

Desert Oasis
Shaded escape from the heat —
Nature’s waterhole.

Sometimes drying up
Before the monsoon season —
Desert high and dry.

— kenne

Silverpuff Blossom and Seeds   Leave a comment

Friday with Friends & Molino Basin to Prison CampSilverpuff Blossom and Seeds — Image by kenne

When picturing a wildflower
I see the blossom
not the seeds.

Picture a dandelion
a pretty yellow wildflower
not named after its
annoying seeds.

Picture a silverpuff
a pretty yellow wildflower
with toothed rays
radiating star-like points

only to be named after its
beautiful seeds —
a secondhand blossom.

— kenne

Prickly Pear Blossom On A Morning Walk   Leave a comment

Prickly Pear Blossom-1263 art blogPrickly Pear Blossom — Painting by kenne

“. . . the truth is that as soon as you start walking,

all that noise, all those rumours, fade out.

What’s new? Nothing:

the calm eternity of things, endlessly renewed.”

— Frédéric Gros

Painted Lady — Zen Art   Leave a comment

NogalesPainted Lady — Zen Art by kenne

“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly,
fluttering hither and thither,
to all intents and purposes a butterfly.
I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly,
unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked,
and there I was, veritably myself again.
Now I do not know whether I was then
a man dreaming I was a butterfly,
or whether I am now a butterfly,
dreaming I am a man.”

— Zhuangzi

Wildflower Art   Leave a comment

Heartleaf Goldeneye-1256 art blogHeartleaf Goldeneye (April 13, 2017) — Computer Art by kenne

But it’s all still there in my heart and soul.

The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure —

they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days to come,

like a treasure found and then, voluntarily, surrendered.

Returned to the mountains with my blessing.

It leaves a golden glowing on the mind.”

— from Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside” by Edward Abbey, 

Reflections   1 comment

Reflections-1201 III blogReflections — Image by kenne

The empty vase, longing to be filled,
Waits patiently in the sink
For someone to turn on the faucet

The empty vase, full of love
Denies the fact that at this moment
It is just an empty vase

In a land where everyone is an empty vase
It is the human’s job
To hold all the flowers

Even an empty vase
Is fully capable
Of holding its own weight

— from “The Empty Vase” by Scot Warren

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