Katelyn Turner (04/01/05)– Image by kenne
Every time I see this picture
I wonder what she was thinking —
I can imagine but never know.
— kenne
Katelyn Turner (04/01/05)– Image by kenne
— kenne
Granddad with New Born Granddaughter, Katelyn (September 24, 2003)
I was going through my photo archives today and updated the first photo with Katelyn.
— kenne
Joy and Katelyn, January 2006 — Image by kenne
— William Shakespeare
Son, Kenne David and Granddaughter, Katelyn at About the Same Ages — Image by kenne (April 6, 2011)
— kenne
Katelyn Turner — Images by kenne
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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 emotions
stirring each moment we share,
not knowing if the same emotions
transcend each communication in the moment,
ending in emotional question marks.
kenne
Two-Year Old Katelyn, Christmas ’05 — Image by kenne
The Eyes Tell You
Little girls have a mysterious power,
But not all can feel it – when she does,
You can see it in her eyes.
As she matures, she is driven
To climb the tower of perfection,
Always resisting her own indifference.
Her enigmatic power is needed
To stir the artist inside,
To triumph over the unenlightened.
In her own way, she will find something new,
Something never before encountered
Placing art in a world void of feeling.
Inventive, she will act,
Sometimes seeking out failure
In order to turn it into a triumph.
Once her power is transformed
By the magical virtue of art,
Loving and understanding becomes simpler.
— kenne