Sonoran Desert Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Sunsets are proof
that no matter what
happens, everyday
can end beautifully.”
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“Sunsets are proof
A Spring Bouquet Leave a comment
A Spring Bouquet — Image by kenne
The same wildflowers, a different spring.
What matters is that it is spring.
What matters is that they return each spring.
What matters is each spring will be different.
What matters most is that the same wildflowers
always return with each different spring.
— kenne
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Sunglasses 1 comment
I thought about you, girlfriend
I thought about today
Taking a big breath.
I thought about tomorrow
Exceeding my grasp.
I thought about time
Wondering about timeless.
I thought about life
Asking the question.
I thought about people
Knowing not what I see.
I thought about what is
Wondering why?
I thought about ideals
Seeking what should be.
I thought about art
Becoming aware.
I thought about love
Touching the feeling.
I thought about Joy
Feeling love inside.
I thought about you,
Walking with long shadows.
I thought about tomorrow
Sharing your path.
— kenne
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Desert Rosemallow (Hibiscus coulteri) Leave a comment
Desert Rosemallow (Hibiscus coulteri) — Image by kenne
We spent the day
driving in the rain
from Houston to Ft. Stockton,
before that
five days of no sun.
This posting
is in preparation
for our return to
the Sonoran Desert
and springtime.
— kenne
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Yarrow Wildflower (Achillea Millefolium) on Mt. Lemmon — Images by kenne
a beautiful plant
alive or dry
long lasting
diffidently not a
one-night stand
possessing
herbal properties
providing a variety
of benefits
throughout the ages
medieval to modern
known for
clotting blood to
increasing intelligence
just ask the
Pueblo peoples —
try chewing before
fire-eating.
— kenne
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Del Sol Arches — HDR Image by kenne
Speak to me of stones
Without stones, there is no arch —
A symbol of strength.
— kenne
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Our First Gila Monster Of The Season Leave a comment
Gila Monster — Image by kenne
Not monsters at all, Gila monsters are one of the few species of venomous lizards on the planet. These carnivores are classified as near threatened and are native to the Sonoran Desert. We saw this lizard moving near and under desert bushes in the Saguaro National Park yesterday. Although these carnivores are classified as near threatened, they can be commonly seen this time of year scavenging for food after spending the winter underground.
— kenne
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Sabino Canyon Esperero Trail 1 comment
Sabino Canyon Esperero Trail — Panorama by kenne
I walked the trail
passing clouds
cast their shadows
of dark gray
on the mountains.
All morning I pondered
the thought of a poem
I may never write
of this moment
missing the words
like the spring wildflowers
that never bloomed,
the land is bare
birds having migrated
south to Mexico.
— kenne
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Wild Cotton Seed Pods Art by kenne
Wild cotton seed pods
Not much fiber in these guys
Enough for the name.
— kenne
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Black Swallowtail Photo Essay– Signs of Spring 7 comments
Black Swallowtail Photo Essay– Signs of Spring by kenne (Tohono Chul, Tucson AZ, February 24, 2018)
Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of year for hiking, camping, exploring, sleeping under the new moon and the old stars. At dawn and at evening we hear the coyotes howling with excitement—mating season.
— Edward Abbey
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I See You Looking At Me 2 comments
Computer Art by kenne
Hummmmm
I can see you looking at me
Behind those dark sunglasses
Sending a sign,” I’m ready.”
My doctor says no, not until after
A neurological consultation for
having experienced a possible TIA.
Hummmmm
— kenne
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Arizona Fleabane Wildflowers Leave a comment
Arizona Fleabane — Images by kenne
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The Ghosts of Monsoons Past 3 comments
Grunge Art by kenne
Human Misery
The clock that strikes five before the sun –
A dark horror grips lonely people,
In the evening-garden bleak trees swish,
The dead one’s countenance stirs at the window.
Perhaps this hour stands still.
Before dull eyes blue images flutter
To the rhythm of the ships, which rock in the river.
At the wharf a row of nuns blows by.
Pale and blind girls play in the hazel bush,
Like lovers, who embrace in sleep.
Perhaps flies sing around a carcass there,
Perhaps also a child weeps in the mother’s lap.
From hands asters sink blue and red,
The youth’s mouth slips away strange and wise;
And eyelids flutter fear-confused and quiet;
Through fevered blackness a scent of bread blows.
It seems one also hears horrible screaming;
Bones shimmer through decayed walls.
An evil heart laughs loudly in beautiful rooms;
A dog runs past a dreamer.
An empty coffin gets lost in the darkness.
A room wants to light up palely for the murderer,
Meanwhile, lanterns are smashed in the night’s storm.
Laurel adorns the noble one’s white temple.
— Georg Trakl
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California Poppies — Grunge Art by kenne
“You don’t take a photograph, you make it.”
— Ansel Adams
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Eyes Closed Creating A Zen Moment 1 comment
“A Zen Moment” — Computer Painting by kenne
Focusing
on the scene
I close my eyes
to what was there
now captured
in my mind’s eye
painting it with
my imagination —
taking a new course.
— kenne
