Art by kenne
the cove turned gold
at sunset.
the fish stopped biting.
the beer ran out.
still,
I hated to leave.
sometimes a day is successful
because nothing happened
except the day itself.
Archive for the ‘Houston’ Category
Fishing In A Texas Cove Leave a comment
Dancing to the Blues in Houston 3 comments
Dancing to the Blues in Houston (3/9/08) — Image by kenne
A slow blues drifts through the club.
The dancers move closer together,
letting the rhythm do the work.
Around them, the city stretches for miles—
freeways, refineries, neighborhoods, and histories—
all somehow finding their way into the music.
For a few minutes,
the whole of Houston
seems to be keeping time.
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Brown Pelican Taking Off — Image by kenne
There’s a hard-earned lift in him—
not the easy grace of a gull.
He runs the length of the lake to get free,
one wing touches into a broken rhythm.
That last touch, that trailing wing—
that’s the past reaching up, then letting go.
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Houston Blues Leave a comment
The Old Rhythm Room, Houston’s Washington Street (09/13/03) — Image by kenne
If you knew Houston blues, you knew that Washington Street had its share of stories. On that night twenty-two years ago, Mark May’s set was another chapter. In the dim light, you could see The Blues Hound and Jimmy “T-99” Nelson, figures who had witnessed the scene shift from the Chitlin’ Circuit days to modern club stages, still holding onto the music.
— kenne
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Kenne David’s Half-Marathon At 51 Leave a comment
This was Dave’s first half-marathon, with the goal of running the distance in two hours or less.
The race organizers provided pacesetters, so Dave began his half-marathon staying with the 2:00 hour pacesetter.
About halfway through the race, he picked up his pace, running the race in 1:55.20.
Finish Line
Sitting on his tailgate at the end of the race.
Mission Accomplished.
Shoes on pavement,
a metronome of doubt.
Still, the body insists—
one more mile
into light.
I created the blog posting using the photos Dave provided. I was only there vicariously.
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AFTER THOUGHT
The friend who asked Dave to run the half-marathon with him didn’t show up.
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Reddish Egret Over The Gulf 4 comments
A Reddish Egret Above the Gulf Shore — Image by Hugh
A reddish egret lifts off,
legs trailing like thin brushstrokes,
wings catching the salt-bright wind —
a flame rising from blue water.
— kenne
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Yum Yum 1 comment
Yum Yum — Image by jill
Chubby hands, pure joy—
he shares, then eats one himself.
I don’t judge. I love.
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Sprint For Life 2010 — The Running Days 1 comment
Sprint for Life 2010 (Houston, Texas) with James after the race
The sprint is like life … blink and you miss it.
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Northern Mockingbird Leave a comment
Northern Mockingbird (Kingwood Texas) — Image by kenne
Northern Mockingbird
Mimics sounds of other birds
Impersonator.
— kenne
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Katelyn, Christmas Past 1 comment
Granddaughter Katelyn at Christmas Past (12/21/05) — Photo-artistry by kenne
Kenne D’s daughter
Pictured here at over two
Now twenty-one years.
— kenne
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A Picture Of Love 1 comment
Great-Grandma Agnes Meets her Great-Granddaughter, Katelyn, for the first time (09/28/03) — Image by kenne
A picture of love
A smile and holding her hand
A very proud dad.
— kenne
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Leaving Ft. Stockton Leave a comment
Early Morning Outside Ft. Stockton (12/23/22) Image by kenne
On the road again
Broken clouds scatter the sky
Houston’s down the road.
— Kenne
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Hallucinations Leave a comment
Hallucinations (07/14/01) — Photo-artistry by kenne
The sounds will free you
From your hallucinations
Not in the present.
— kenne
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Gray Squirrel On Park Bench 2 comments
Gray Squirrel On Park Bench (Eastend Park, Lake Houston) — Image by kenne
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Little Joe Washington Leave a comment
Little Joe Washington at the Houston International Festival (04/19/08) — Image by kenne
“They hear it come out,
but they don’t know
how it got there.
They don’t understand
that’s life’s way of talking.
You don’t sing to feel better.
You sing ’cause that’s a way
of understanding life.”
— Ma Rainey
