The Turkey Vulture, Spring Migration North, is Almost Over — Image by kenne
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The Franz Kafka Story 4 comments
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when
he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully.
Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter “written” by the doll saying “please don’t cry.
I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures.”
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka’s life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned to Berlin.
“It doesn’t look like my doll at all,” said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: “my travels have changed me.”
the little girl hugged the new doll and brought the doll with her to her happy home.
A year later Kafka died.
Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
“Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.”
Embrace the change. It’s inevitable for growth. Together we can shift pain into wonder and love,
but it is up to us to consciously and intentionally create that connection.
— from Humanity, Posted by Actbiggy
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Spring In The Santa Catalina Mountains Leave a comment
Spring In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
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Gila Monster — Image by kenne
Their movement is slow
Blending in with dead branches
Our presence ignored.
— kenne
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Sabino Creek Art 4 comments
Sabino Creek In Sabino Canyon — Art by kenne
Snow on the mountains
Feeding Sabino below
Nature is alive.
— kenne
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Cutleaf Evening Primrose Leave a comment
Cutleaf Evening Primrose from the Spring of 2012 — Image by kenne
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Honey Bee Landing On Poppies Leave a comment
Honey Bee Landing On Poppies — Images by kenne
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Snow On Prickly Pear Cactus Leave a comment
Prickly Pear Cactus — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Winter hangs on
in the cold air
hugging its
bare bones.
— kenne
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Sunset Art 4 comments
Sunset Art by kenne (2009)
Day comes to an end
Sunset over the mountains
Darkness moves slowly.
— kenne
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Undoing the Ocotillo 1 comment
Ocotillo Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
men are coming inland to you
soon they will make you the last resort
for tourists who have
nowhere else to go
what will become of the coyote
with eyes of topaz
moving silently to his undoing
the ocotillo
flagellant of the wind
the deer climbing with dignity
further into the mountains
what will become of those who cannot learn
the terrible knowledge of cities
— from “Requiem for Sonora” by Richard Shelton
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Mourning Doves Looking For A Nest Building Place 1 comment
Mourning Doves Looking For A Nest Building Place — Image by kenne
“The mourning dove is a carrier of faith and love. Whenever I am faced with the storms of life,
I don’t have to fret because peace and protection are assured.
This peaceful spirit can call upon the tranquillity around me in times of stress or uncertainty.”
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Sabino Canyon — Multitude Of Contrasts 2 comments
Looking South from Lower Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
desert’s beauty
a multitude
of contrasts,
silky petals
thorny stems
buds focused
energy of will
expected
appearance
belies timing
death by
a new day
— kenne
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Death In The Desert 2 comments
Death In The Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Requien for Sonora”
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a small child of a wind
stumbles toward me down the arroyo
lost and carrying no light
tearing its sleeves
on thorns of the palo verde
talking to itself
and to the dark shapes it touches
searching for what it has not lost
and will never find
searching
and lonelier
than even I can imagine
the moon sleeps
with her head on the buttocks of a young hill
and you lie before me
under moonlight as if under water
oh my desert
the coolness of your face
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men are coming inland to you
soon they will make you the last resort
for tourists who have
nowhere else to go
what will become of the coyote
with eyes of topaz
moving silently to his undoing
the ocotillo
flagellant of the wind
the deer climbing with dignity
further into the mountains
the huge delicate saguaro
what will become of those who cannot learn
the terrible knowledge of cities
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years ago I came to you as a stranger
and have never been worthy
to be called your lover or to speak your name
loveliest
most silent sanctuary
more fragile than forests
more beautiful than water
I am older and uglier
and full of the knowledge
that I do not belong to beauty
and beauty does not belong to me
I have learned to accept
whatever men choose to give me
or whatever they choose to withhold
but oh my desert
yours is the only death I cannot bear
— Richard Shelton
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Friends 2 comments
“Friends” — Image by kenne
We share the same space
Spring has brought us together
The old and the new.
— kenne
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Upper Sabino Canyon in the Santa Catalina Mountains, as Seen from Blackett’s Ridge — Image by kenne
For ten years, I have hiked many trails
In these Santa Catalina Mountains.
Stopping from time to time to watch things
As nature goes about its many changes.
White clouds gather above canyons and peaks.
The blue sky makes a good quilt as
The Sabino Canyon trail goes on and on.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 