Village of Elgin, Arizona, Wine Tasting Room (June 23, 2018) — Image by kenne
One day in June
we tosted raising
a glass with new
friends on the road
I quoted the poet
sounding effete:
“Oh, it was a brave
man who drink one.”
Feeling brave, we
proceeded to drink.
— kenne
Shadows and Reflections — Image by kenne
— kenne
Egret in Low Tide, Charleston Bay — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
We arrived in Grantham, New Hampshire August 18th, where we spent a few days with daughter Kate
and her family. In between some misty rain showers, I spent some time walking around their 17-acre
homestead. It’s a beautiful place — so peaceful.
— kenne
Dinner at Harpoon Brewery in Windsor, Vermont (Jaxon, Nick, Matt, and Katie, August 18, 2021) — Image by kenne
Political signs were a common sight on our August road trip, especially in Texas and the southeast.— Image by kenne
“You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in. No one is fanatically shouting that the sun
is going to rise tomorrow. They know it’s going to rise tomorrow. When people are fanatically dedicated to political
or religious faiths or any other kinds of dogmas or goals, it’s always because these dogmas or goals are in doubt.”
— from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig
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
Cayden, Audrey, Joy, Robin, and Cayla (August 15, 2021) — Images by kenne
With the arrival of Robin late afternoon on the 15th, we were able to spend time with all the Morris grandchildren —
missioned accomplished! This image captured the shared pleasure of all, especially that of grandma, Joy.
Cayla practicing her new found skill of tying bows
Kenne and Cayla in Backyard — Image by Joy
While spending time with the Morris’s, we were able to spend most of our time outside. When we were inside, we wore masks.
Cayden and Cayla
Children of the pandemic
Very accepting
— kenne
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
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’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
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.
Charleston (August 11, 2021) — Snapshots by kenne
(Click On Any Image for Slideshow)
Savannah Hotel Room Images (Auguat 11, 2021)
Images by kenne (August 14, 2021) — Click On Any Image To See In Slideshow Format.
After spending time driving and sightseeing in the southeast (as COVID-19 was spiking through the area)
we made it to Richmond, VA, where we spent time with family (Jason, April, Cayden, Cayla, Audrey, and Robin).
This was our first opportunity to spend time with our new grandchildren Cayla and Cayden.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 