Archive for the ‘Tucson Mountains’ Tag

Lichens, Lime Green Growths On Rocks   5 comments

Lichen (1 of 1) blogLichens on rocks along the Wasson Peak trail. — Image by kenne

“Lichen is a composite organism consisting of a fungus (the mycobiont) and a photosynthetic partner
(the photobiont or phycobiont) growing together in a symbiotic relationship. The photobiont is usually either a green alga
(commonly Trebouxia) or cyanobacterium (commonly Nostoc).” 

When teaching children about lichen, Sabino Canyon Volunteer Nationalists (SCVN) share this short poem:

“Alice Algae took
a lichen
to Freddie Fungus,

but now
their relationship
is on the rocks.”

— kenne

Kitt Peak From Gould Hill Mine Trail   5 comments

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Wassen Peak (1 of 1)-7 blogView of Kitt Peak from Gould Hill Mine Trail In the Tucson Mountains. — Images by kenne

Sendero Esperanza Trail View North   Leave a comment

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Panther Peak (1 of 1)-2 B-W blog framedPanther Peak and Sombrero Peak, Saguaro National Park – West in the Tucson Mountains northeast of Tucson, Arizona. —
View from the Sendero Esperanza Trail Hiking To Wasson Peak Images by kenne (March 14, 2014)

Sharing A Springtime Moment — Desert Chicory   Leave a comment

Remero Pools 02-14-14-0054 chicory wildflower blog framedDesert Chicory, February 14, 2014 — Image by kenne

Your chicory may be blue,

we prefer our chicory white

not the chicory in your stew

unless we are interested in a byte.

— kenne

Sharing The Moment — Desert Sunset, “Hear Its Silent Sigh”   5 comments

Ned's Nature Walk 02-12-14-9982 sunset blog framedHear Its Silent Sigh (February 10, 2014) — Image by kenne

Listen To The Sunset

Hear its silent sigh
As it falls down the horizon
Warning, the moon is nigh

Listen to the sunset
Hear its silent threat
That darkness will be upon us
It makes everyone upset

Listen to the sunset
The vanity of its words
How beautiful this sunset is
With its colour, and birds

Listen to the sunset
See its pretty hue
But I can’t enjoy the sunset
If I am not with you

All the pretty colours are meaningless
So are the birds, and the sounds
Because it all means nothing to me
If you are not around

Just remember this though, 
Promise you wont forget, 
Even if your far away, 
We’ll be watching the same sunset

So listen to the sunset
Enjoy its beauty true
When you see it, think of me
And I will think of you 

 — Lilli Singh

Hiking Blackett’s Ridge Where We Kiss The Sky   3 comments

Blackett's Ridge-9895 blogBlackett’s Ridge, End of the Trail Overlooking Sabino Canyon: ‘Scuse me while I kiss the sky!
— Image by kenne

The Blackett’s Ridge trail is a very popular hiking trail in Sabino Canyon. The trail is located on the ridge between Sabino and Bear canyons and ends a little over three miles from the Sabino Canyon Visitor Center, where the hiker has beautiful views, including the nearby Thimble Peak. With an elevation gain of 1,800 feet, most of which takes place about halfway into the hike, 34 switchbacks make the steep climb a little easier for the hiker. You can get a better idea for hiking this trail by watching the video below.

kenne

Hiking Blackett’s Ridge — Images by kenne (Click on any of the images to see slide show.)

Desert Spring Computer Painting   3 comments

Desert Museum-9768_art blogDesert Spring Computer Painting by kenne

“What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.”

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

A Lush Desert Path   3 comments

Desert Museum-9824 B-W blogDesert Path — Image by kenne

“Water, water, water….
There is no shortage
of water in the desert
but exactly the right amount ,
a perfect ratio of water to rock,
water to sand,
insuring that wide free open,
generous spacing among plants and animals,
homes and towns and cities,
which makes the arid West
so different from any other part of the nation.
There is no lack of water here
unless you try to establish a city
where no city should be.”

― Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire: A Season in the Wilderness

Capturing The Moment — Desert Spring II   1 comment

Desert Museum-9840 blogDesert Spring II — Image by kenne

Bird 6 (Cactus Wren)

I make my nests among the desert cactus.
Several I will build.
One for my lady to lay her eggs in.
Others to confuse our predators.

I’m not shy, like others of my family.
My lady and I will both sing songs.
Though my Lady is the one who sits upon the eggs.
I will help feed the young just like any daddy should.

I am seven to eights inches long.
My head is brown, and I sport a white eye stripe.
My bill is slightly curved for digging for those bugs.
I’ll flash my spotted tail feathers and flap barred wings.

I hardly ever drink water, even when it there.
I get what I need from the things I eat.
I really love those ants, beetles and grasshoppers.
I will occasionally eat some seeds and fruits.

So if you travel to the deserts
down in the southwestern USA
Look among the cactus for a football nest.
There you might see us flying or at rest.

— wildfiredreamer

Cactus Wrens and Cactus Wren Nests Images by kenne (Click on any image to see slideshow.)

 

Capturing The Moment — Cloud Over The Ridge   4 comments

Desert Museum-9776 blogCloud Over The Ridge — Image by kenne

Agave Stalk — Over Twelve Feet Since Thanksgiving   5 comments

Desert Museum-9854 agave stalk blog framedThis Agave Stalk Has Grown Over Twelve Feet Since Thanksgiving.
The Power of Tequila! — Image by kenne

Agave [Cactus]
by Carol Hamilton

You don’t squeeze tequila
from a pumped up, rubbery leaf.
Nothing is easy in Mexico,
and everything takes time,
patience, muscle. Hacking
and digging and hacking
and a deep pit and fire
and time and time and time.
I lose time, forget it at
the other end of the tequila,
but left to me, that cactus
would still be standing there
on the [Sonora] Desert
undisturbed.

This poem can be found in the book, AGAVE

“If you like tequila,
you will love the art,
songs, poems, stories,
and recipes in
AGAVE.”

Since moving to Tucson and becoming a Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalist, I know agaves are not cacti, and I live in the Sonoran Desert, not the Sonora Desert. However, since poets like to take poetic license, I will give Carol a pass on this one.

kenne

Gate’s Pass Panorama, Tucson Mountains   Leave a comment

Gate's Pass_Panorama1 blogGate’s Pass Panorama, Tucson Mountains — Image by kenne

Capturing The Moment — Tucson Sunset, January 28, 2014   13 comments

Sunsets January 28, 2014-art_edit II blog framedTucson Sunset — Images by kenne

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Tucson Sunset, January 28, 2014 —  Slide Show

Desert Solitude   2 comments

Panther Peak_Panorama7-7 blog framedDesert Solitude — Image by kenne

Edward Abbey wrote in his 1968 book, Desert Solitaire — 

“. . . we need nature to “startle the senses and surprise
the mind out of their ruts of habit, to compel us
into a reawakened awareness of the wonderful—
that which is full of wonder.”

Cholla Forest In The Sonoran Desert   4 comments

Panther Pear Hike-Panorama blog FramedCholla Forest at the Base of Panther Peak in the Tucson Mountains — Panorama Image by kenne

Sonoran Desert
by Tara Trewinnard-Boyle

How lucky am I? I have found my home!
In the place of dust and rock where the lizards run,
Where hot winds whip and the sun sears through a lapis colored sky.
Where Saguaros march uninhibited across the arid land.
Miles and miles of emptiness: freedom.

This is the place where Mother Nature still shows her true beauty.
Wild and uncompromising, she cuts me down to my rightful size.
Teaching me to live without; demand less; appreciate more.
Silently reminding me that the race is of my own making.
I can be free.

I have found my home. Not the home I was born to but where I belong.
The ache of leaving weighs heavy in my heart.
But today I can carry with me a gift, humbly offered to all who seek.
The desert is more than a place; it is a state of mind.
It is life and death, land and sky, struggle and freedom.

Slow! Your frantic pace does not matter here.
Breathe and be grounded in your humanness.
Be still and find your small place in this vast world.
You belong, just as you are. In the silence you can find peace.
This is the gift of the desert; for which I am eternally grateful.