Kenne David and Kate, Galveston, Texas In the Early 1980s — Image by kenne George
“Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see.”
Archive for the ‘Children’ Tag
Father’s Day 2020 2 comments
No Words Sunday — Demonstrators Say It All In Tucson 3 comments
Demonstrators In Armory Park, Tucson (June 30, 2018) — Images by kenne
Share this:
Anticipation Leave a comment
Image by kenne
Anticipating
Waterspouts towering up
Excitement abounds.
— kenne
Share this:
Sunny In The Park 1 comment
Computer Art by kenne
Sunny in the park
Play ring around the rosy
No problems today.
— kenne
Share this:
Big Bubbles — Photo Essay 2 comments
Big Bubbles (Balboa Park, San Diego, June 21, 2017) — Images by kenne
(Click on any image for a larger view in a slideshow format.)
Chasing big bubbles
You can look but not touch
Art and pretty girls.
— kenne
Share this:
View From Colossal Cave: Vail, Arizona Leave a comment
View From Colossal Cave: Vail, Arizona (Children and Grandchildren: Dave, Katelyn, Jaxon, Kate, and Nick) — Image by kenne
Share this:
Far Away, But Always Close To My Heart Leave a comment
Katie, Kenne G. and Kenne D. in Bryan, Texas (Early Eighties) — Image by Mary Ann
“You can’t know who you are until you know where you are.”
— Wendell Berry
Share this:
Father And Daughter Image 1 comment
Son, Kenne David and Granddaughter, Katelyn at About the Same Ages — Image by kenne (April 6, 2011)
Two moments,
captured in time
each a generation apart
father and daughter
creating a new reality
a moment in time.
— kenne
Share this:
Curiosity Leave a comment
“Curiosity is one of the great secrets of happiness.”
— Bryant H. McGill
General Store In Rural Sonora, Mexico (January28, 2016) — Images by kenne
“Philosophers and small children thus have an important faculty in common.
The only thing we require to be good philosophers is the faculty of wonder…”
— Jostein Gaarder
Share this:
Capturing The Moment — Kids Leave a comment
Kids — Image by kenne
Share this:
Capturing The Moment — Festival Time Leave a comment
“Festival Time” — Image by kenne
It’s festival time
Young and old celebrate fall
Seasonal passage.
–kenne
Share this:
A Mother’s Love Returned, Laboring In Gratitude 11 comments
Jeri, Mother Virginia, Joy & Jody (July 8, 2012) — Image by kenne
Less than three weeks ago, Joy was in southern California planning her mother’s 90th birthday celebration with sisters Jody and Jeri. This past Tuesday, she returned, this time to her mother’s deathbed. This afternoon Virginia passed away peacefully. She is survived by her eight children, many grand and great-grandchildren.
The only thing greater
than a mother’s
undying love
is the combined love
returned to her
by those she loves,
laboring in their
song of gratitude.
— kenne
Share this:
When The Child Was A Child 3 comments
Grandsons Jax & Nick — Image by kenne from Kate’s Mobile Phone
Song of Childhood
By Peter Handke
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?
When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.
It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.
When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.
When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.
When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.
When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.
Share this:
Capturing the Moment — Saying Goodbye, Revisited 2 comments
I’m reposting an April 2010 entry in memory of the Tucson killings and last Friday’s killings of children and the people that served then so well — to the people of Newtown.
kenne
