
Katelyn (March 15, 2011) — Photo-artistry by kenne
Grandpa’s balanced stones
By concentrating on them
I can make them fall.
— kenne

Katelyn (March 15, 2011) — Photo-artistry by kenne
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Granddaughter Katelyn at Christmas Past (12/21/05) — Photo-artistry by kenne
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Great-Grandma Agnes Meets her Great-Granddaughter, Katelyn, for the first time (09/28/03) — Image by kenne
A picture of love
A smile and holding her hand
A very proud dad.
— kenne

Joy, Katelyn, and Dave, July 4, 2004
— Khalil Gibran

Re Ann, Justice, and Katelyn after Katelyn’s Graduation on May 28, 2022 — Image by kenne
“Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.”
— from Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young by Mary Schmich

Kenne David and Katelyn — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A CHILD ASKS WHAT MAKES A POEM?
At the top of the pass
the trail crosses a rockfall,
a slope of loose slate
as old as the mountain,
as deep as the valley below.
Out of the rocks
an arch has been stacked,
straddling the path.
The stones, tall enough
for a tall man, lean at the top
until gravity tips them together
in a curve as clean as the arc
of the earth.
The arch should not stand.
No mortar, no scaffold of sticks.
No tricks of buttress or blocking.
Only this surprising geometry
of stones balanced across the sky.
Not a slate out of place.
Picked from the rockpile
by a painstaking hand,
the chosen few remain,
stacked by shape
and grain and weight.
At the top of the world, a gate.
— Lanny Ledeboer:

Katelyn (03/15/17) — Image by kenne

Katelyn and Dad Kenne David Looking Down Over the Tucson Basin (Their first visit to Tucson, March 15, 2011) — Image by kenne

Katelyn with Her Aunt Kate (July 2021)
When you look at me, you see the past.
When I look at you, I see the future and
Feel good about things to come.
— kenne

Missing Dog Eaten Purse Strap — Image by kenne
Recently I reblogged a post from 2009 of granddaughter Katelyn and myself, who we visited on our road trip stop in Houston.
The reblog had the following preface:
“Yesterday, we visited David, Janie, and Katelyn in their new home before going out to dinner.
Unfortunately, I didn’t take any new photos distracted by the running dialog of trying to share
everything that has happened over the past two years and the not-expected destroying of Joy’s
leather purse by one of their dogs. So, I will add that she is a beautiful young woman about
to start her senior year in high school.”
Since daughter Katie follows my blog, she texted a recent image of her and Katelyn taken when she visited Kately, Janie, and David in July.

Kate and Katelyn (“The Gates of Heven Must Be Open, I Just Saw Two Angels”)– Image by Kate

Katelyn Turner (03/13/11) — Image by kenne
Follow what you love! . . Don’t deign to
ask what “they” are looking for out there.
Ask what you have inside. Follow noy your
interests, which change, but what you are
and what you love, which will and should
not change.
— Georgie Ann Geyer

Katelyn Turner (03/15/14) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Eyes Tell You
— kenne (07/07/14)

Kenne David, Katelyn and Kenne (07/06/14)
Katelyn Turner — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images to see a larger view in a slideshow format.)
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