Archive for the ‘Capturing the Moment’ Category

Mt. Lemmon Columbine   1 comment

Mt. Lemmon Columbine — Image by kenne 

I hold no preference among flowers,

so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.

— Edward Abbey

Let Us Build Bridges   Leave a comment

Selma, Alabama is the Ninth Poorest City in Amarica Per Capital (August 10, 2021)
Selma Gave America the Right to Call Itself A Democracy

We still have many bridges to CROSS,
So come on ya’ll and LET US!

Let us start, Yes you and me
With a simple and easy decree,
To do something simple, EVERYDAY,
To uplift Ourselves and Our Families,
In small, Nugget-size Ways!

So,

When STONES are THROWN to Slay
Us ALL,
We Must, We WILL, We SHALL, build
bridges instead of walls!

And so,

We catch their stones and build
bridges of Respect and LOVE for
Ourselves, Our Families, and ALL
Communities who share this World!

We catch their stones and build 
bridges because, EVERYONE 
matters equally in the World!

— from “REFLECTING on Selma Alabama” by D. Olivia Jones

Santa Catalina Indian Paintbrush   Leave a comment

Santa Catalina Indian Paintbrush — Image by kenne

Love is like wildflowers;
It’s often found in the most unlikely places.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hiking Box Camp Trail   Leave a comment

Hiking Up Box Camp Trail In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

The Tucson basin

Santa Rita’s to the south

Hiking Box Camp trail

 

Leaving the tall pines

An existential moment

Illumination

— kenne


Celebrating Audrey’s 13th Birthday — A Photo-Essay   1 comment

Celebrating Granddaughter Audrey’s Birthday in Short Pump (August 14, 2021) Photo Essay by kenne
(Click on any image to see in a slideshow format.)

We planned our August road trip to be in the Richmond area for Audrey’s 13th birthday —
I collect moments.

— kenne

“I close my eyes
Only for a moment,
then the moment’s gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground,
though we refuse to see

Now, don’t hang on
Nothing lasts forever
but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money
won’t another minute buy

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind.”

— Kerry Livgren, guitarist in the band Kansas

“What am I doing this for?”     Leave a comment

Sand Morning Glory, Sullivan’s Island, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne

We do not need to know ‘how’ or ‘where,’

but there is one question

that we  should all ask whenever we start anything:

“What am I doing this for?”

— Paulo Coelho

Golden Columbine On Box Camp Trail   1 comment

Golden Columbine On Box Camp Trail (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Mountain rains

bring out wildflowers

yellow and orange

in a sea green.

— kenne

Praying Mantis   1 comment

Praying Mantis — Images by kenne

In today’s world, “even the mantis has stopped praying.”

Visiting Family In Short Pump, Virginia — Photo-Essay   Leave a comment

Images by kenne (August 13-14, 2021)
(Click on any of the images for a larger view in a slideshow format.)

We arrived in Short Pump in the late afternoon on August 13th, where we would spend the next three days with Jason and family. 

Short Pump is a suburb of Richmond, Virginia. The population was 24,729 at the 2010 census. 

This posting is the second of three that will be shared of our stay in Short Pump. 

Here’s a link to the first posting — https://kenneturner.com/2021/09/09/time-with-grandchildren-at-swimming-pool-a-photo-essay/

The older grandchildren will be part of the third in this series of three postings on our visit to Short Pump.

— kenne

Sullivan Island Beach Scene   1 comment

Sullivan’s Island Beach — Photo-Artistry by kenne

"Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age
   To set a crown upon your lifetime's effort. 
   First, the cold friction of expiring sense
Without enchantment, offering no promise 
   But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit 
   As body and soul begin to fall asunder.
Second, the conscious impotence of rage 
   At human folly, and the laceration 
   Of laughter at what ceases to amuse.
And last, the rending pain of re-enactment 
   Of all that you have done, and been; the shame
   Of motives late revealed, and the awareness
Of things ill done and done to others' harm
   Which once you took for exercise of virtue."

-- T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets


Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly   Leave a comment

Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly — Images by kenne

my symbol of life

rests on a nearby flower

wings keep on moving

— kenne

Cutleaf Evening Primrose   Leave a comment

Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Image by kenne

Before going on our August road trip I created a number of draft posting that I never posted.
This one is from August 2, 2021 — doing some housekeeping.

— kenne

Happy 16th Birthday To Nicholas Bailey   4 comments

Nick Bailey (August 20, 2021) In Portland Maine — Images by kenne

 

Nick with Mom, and Granddad, November 25, 2006 — (Birth Date, September 13, 2005)

Young men, your age want to grow up too fast.

My best gift for your 16th birthday is: don’t rush. 

Take your time, enjoy your youth, party like crazy,

and make responsible decisions.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NICK!

 

US Coast Guard Historic District   2 comments

Sullivan’s Island Life-Saving Station (August 12, 2021) — Images by kenne

The United States Life Saving Service, USLSS, was conceived out of a dire need for a lifesaving network.
Until 1878, the only source for those in trouble at sea were lighthouse keepers, volunteers,
and private vessels that happened to be nearby.

 

Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly Art   1 comment

Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Thou winged blossom, liberated thing,
What secret tie binds thee to other flowers,
Still held within the garden’s fostering?
Will they too soar with the completed hours,
Take flight, and be like thee
Irrevocably free,
Hovering at will o’er their parental bowers?

Or is thy luster drawn from heavenly hues,—
A sumptuous drifting fragment of the sky,
Caught when the sunset its last glance imbues
With sudden splendor, and the tree-tops high
Grasp that swift blazonry,
Then lend those tints to thee,
On thee to float a few short hours, and die?”

— from Ode to a Butterfly by Thomas Wentworth Higginson

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