Chase with Cap (12/16/05) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
This kid is real
Not just an illustration
Only in my mind.
— kenne
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Chase with Cap 1 comment
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Chase, December 12, 2005 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Chase (October 11, 2005) — Image by kenne
Chase and Grandma Joy (May 28, 2005) — Image by kenne
You are educated. Your certification is in your degree.
You may think of it as the ticket to the good life.
Let me ask you to think of an alternative.
Think of it as your ticket to change the world.
— Tom Brokaw
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Chase — December 24, 2005 Leave a comment
Chase (December 24, 2005) — Image by kenne
(The pillow he is resting on, we still have it on our couch.)
“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes.
But when you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their souls!”
— Ted Grant
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Love Is Itself Unmoving 5 comments
Chase Morris — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
— Four Quarters by T.S. Eliot
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Holiday Season Flashback #1 Leave a comment
Chase Morris, December 24, 2004 — Image by kenne
“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts.
Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts.
Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me…
Anything can happen, child.
Anything can be.”
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Christmas Past #2 4 comments
Christmas Past #2 (Chase: Christmas, December 24, 2004) — Image by kenne
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Sunday Morning Favorites 1 comment
Chase Morris (September 3, 2005) “eyes already set on a land we never can visit”
— Image by kenne
This image of Chase is one of my favorites, and so too is the Miller Williams poem, “Of History and Hope.” Both capture the essence of life. Williams has written, “I put myself in a spiritual and physical place where I’ve learned from experience the synapses are likely to fire and the juices are likely to flow, and simply begin to write” — read and feel the juices flowing.
— kenne
Of History and Hope
We have memorized America,
how it was born and who we have been and where.
In ceremonies and silence we say the words,
telling the stories, singing the old songs.
We like the places they take us. Mostly we do.
The great and all the anonymous dead are there.
We know the sound of all the sounds we brought.
The rich taste of it is on our tongues.
But where are we going to be, and why, and who?
The disenfranchised dead want to know.
We mean to be the people we meant to be,
to keep on going where we meant to go.
But how do we fashion the future? Who can say how
except in the minds of those who will call it Now?
The children. The children. And how does our garden grow?
With waving hands—oh, rarely in a row—
and flowering faces. And brambles, that we can no longer allow.
Who were many people coming together
cannot become one people falling apart.
Who dreamed for every child an even chance
cannot let luck alone turn doorknobs or not.
Whose law was never so much of the hand as the head
cannot let chaos make its way to the heart.
Who have seen learning struggle from teacher to child
cannot let ignorance spread itself like rot.
We know what we have done and what we have said,
and how we have grown, degree by slow degree,
believing ourselves toward all we have tried to become—
just and compassionate, equal, able, and free.
All this in the hands of children, eyes already set
on a land we never can visit—it isn’t there yet—
but looking through their eyes, we can see
what our long gift to them may come to be.
If we can truly remember, they will not forget.
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the “Anyway You Want It” kid has a birthday Leave a comment
Chase, James and Justin
Family and friends gathered at Chucky Cheese to celebrate Chase’s fifth birthday. Others did the singing, but you will see that they could stood some help from Chase.
kenne
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Anyway You Want It 1 comment
Chase and his dad, Justin
After first singing a song a cappella to his great grandmother, and not to be outdone by adults doing their karaoke thing, Chase shows class even as the words stop appearing on the karaoke monitor, which is interesting since he is not yet a reader. Obviously, he does recognize the words.
kenne
