Archive for the ‘Tucson AZ’ Tag
Purple Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
About the time
I’m feeling high
I start acting funny
But don’t know why
Today becomes the day after today
Or is it the end of time
Only to be floating in
An ocean of deathless life
Feeling gratitude for God’s gift
Awaking the soul
Becoming void as I was
When I was not yet
“Turn from gazing after.”
To kiss the sky
Devoid of all
Foreign images
Only to be
Born again
From inside the outside
Looking in
Jimi had a spell
On his brain
Purple in color
Inspired by a Haze
Deluded by doubt
“Am I happy or in misery?”
To be answered not in the words
But the color of the font
— kenne
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Desert Cotton Blossom In Sabino Canyon (09/25/14) — Image by kenne
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Patio Sunset (03/03/20) — Image by kenne
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Stumped in Time — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Time logged in time
Circles go round and round
Age lines crack the years
Only a stump remains
Stumped in time
— kenne
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“It’s A Tough Life” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Good Fight
It is a tough life
In my second century
Giving the good fight.
— kenne
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Carphochaete bigelovii – Bigelow’s Bristlehead Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Radiating out of the darkness
on a desert winter morning
stars on the ground replacing
the stars in the clear desert sky
evidence there is heaven on earth.
— kenne
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Bird On A Limb — Photo-Artistry by kenne
On an outing to photograph
wildflowers and butterflies
a little bird kept chirping,
as if to get my attention.
Staying on point,
I tried ignoring her —
the conditions for
photographing her
were not good,
but she was persistent.
So, ignoring problems with
lighting and distance
I answered her call
taking two shots.
Later, at home
I downloaded the images
and as expected,
they were not good.
But, something
about the little bird
kept getting my attention,
so I created a way
to share her
in the blogosphere.
— kenne
(First posted August 6, 2015.)
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Autumn Leaves — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Autumn Song
BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
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Sabino Canyon as Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Come with me to Blackett’s Ridge
To hike a rocky switch-back trail.
A deep gorge designates the end
Overlooking converging canyons.
White clouds hang from a blue sky.
Now we wait for the sun to go down
When we will return to the trailhead
Under the light of the harvest moon.
— kenne
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Autumn Sunset — Computer Art by kenne
Watching yesterday’s sunset
before hitting the road
headed west on I-10
to southern California
with millions of other
Thanksgiving Holiday travels.
Having made it safely
is now added to the list
of things for which
to be thankful —
a much appreciated
long list of gratitude.
— kenne
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Dried Wildflowers — Images by kenne
In the fall
beauty takes on
a different form
changing colors
minus the fresh
softness of spring.
— kenne
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Twisted Wire Landing — Computer Art by kenne
Twisted wire landing
Must have miscalculated
An off course moment.
— kenne
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Greater Roadrunner in the Brush — Image by kenne
Been seeing a lot of these guys lately. With much cooler days some of the greater roadrunner’s food,
like tarantulas, scorpions, and reptiles are underground. This one was all about business, hunting through the brush.
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Mr. T with 2nd Grade Students In Sabino Canyon (January 15, 2015) — Image by Phil Bentley
A great way to stay young is to spend a morning with five second grade students in Sabino Canyon on your seventy-four birthday. Today’s program, titled “Back to the Past”, was about the Hohokum peoples of the Sonoran Desert that use to inhabit the Tucson basin hundreds of years ago — covering such topics as hunting, gathering, farming, water, shelter, art and sports.
At one point I was talking about how the Hohokum dug canals from rivers to grow crops.
One of the students asked, “What’s a canal?”
To which I replied, “It’s like a ditch, channel through which water runs from the river to the crops.”
The little girl said, “Oh, like a TV channel?” — “Out of the mouths of babes!”
A boy told me how he liked the hike and going by the dam, but added:
“I really don’t like how we stopped every 20 seconds, but I had a great time.” (Think he was telling me that I talk too much?)
Another great day outdoors with nature talking about the past with the future.
“. . . that fruitful miracle of communication in the midst of solitude.”
— Marcel Proust
kenne
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Becoming is Superior to Being 