
Happy 4th of July Pointettia (2021) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
We bought this poinsettia for Thanksgiving last year, and it’s still doing quite well.
HAPPY 4th of JULY!!!
— kenne

Happy 4th of July Pointettia (2021) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
We bought this poinsettia for Thanksgiving last year, and it’s still doing quite well.
HAPPY 4th of JULY!!!
— kenne

Images by kenne (Click on any of the tiled imaged to see larger view in a slideshow format.)
Granddaughter Katelyn and son Kenne David left this morning, returning to Houston after four-plus days here in Tucson. This was their second visit after three years. We made an effort to do as much as possible in the desert summer and the beginning of the monsoon season, which began while they were here.
Photos of Katelyn and poetry about her have been part of several posting over the last ten years — she will be eleven this September. Here’s one of the poems:
The Eyes Tell You
Now that they return home, I ponder —
Children and grandchildren
are the beautiful mysteries
that drive our emotionsÂ
stirring each moment we share,
not knowing if the same emotions
transcend each communication in the moment,
ending in emotional question marks.
kenne
Vermillion Cliffs National Monument Located on the Colorado Plateau in Northern Arizona — Image by kenne
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
words and music by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
As I was walkin’ – I saw a sign there
And that sign said – no tress passin’
But on the other side …. it didn’t say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this land’s still made for you and me.