Archive for the ‘Kenne Jaxon’ Tag
“Goldfinches”– Photo-Artistry by kenne
Tomorrow is my grandson, Kenne Jaxon’s 8th birthday. It’s been about two years since we have seen our grandsons, Jaxon and Nick, so we had planned on visiting them in New Hampshire in May. Because of the pandemic, our plans have been put on hold. So I began to look for a gift to send Jaxon and in doing so became aware of a poetry book for children, The Lost Words, by Robert Macfarlane. It’s a collection of acrostic spell-poems, beautifully illustrated by Jackie Morris, each one devoted to a word removed from the Oxford Junior Dictionary.
Robert Macfarlane is a British writer and Fellow of Emmanuel College, Cambridge. He is best known for his books on landscape, nature, place, people, and language.
“Books, like landscapes, leave their marks in us. (…)
Certain books, though, like certain landscapes,
stay with us even when we left them,
changing not just our weathers but our climates.”
— kenne
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Silhouette — Granddad and Grandson (Kenne Jaxon) at Sunset
if—
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
— Rudyard Kipling
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Artwork by Kenne Jaxon Bailey (December 2017)
For many years I have used Photoshop to create electronic Christmas cards.
This year I am collaborating with our five-year-old kindergarten grandson, Jaxon.
Maybe I’ve started a tradition!
In the paper
in the scissors
in the lines
in the colors
in the string of lights
in the wonder of his eyes —
JAXON —
in the star.
— kenne j. & kenne g.
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Are You Ready For Halloween? (Grandson, Kenne Jaxon Bailey) — Image by kenne
Daughter Katie posted a picture of Jaxon in his Ninja Turtle Leonardo costume on Instagram and Facebook (See image below.), October 25th. I did a little Photoshop work on it and created a Leonardo in Space image. This kid is ready for Halloween.
— kenne
Image by katie
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“The Rainbow Kid,” Kenne Jaxon with his friend, Fox,
(Benson Sculpture Garden, “The Conversation” by Magdalen Weiner
Loveland, Colorado) — Image by kenne, July 31, 2017
A little boy
and his friend
always by his side
someone to talk to
someone to comfort
someone to love.
— kenne
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Kenne Jaxon (September 13, 2014) — Image by kenne
Good and Bad Children
Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle;
If you would grow great and stately,
You must try to walk sedately.
You must still be bright and quiet,
And content with simple diet;
And remain, through all bewildering,
Innocent and honest children.
Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places–
That was how in ancient ages,
Children grew to kings and sages.
But the unkind and the unruly,
And the sort who eat unduly,
They must never hope for glory–
Theirs is quite a different story!
Cruel children, crying babies,
All grow up as geese and gabies,
Hated, as their age increases,
By their nephews and their nieces.
— Robert Louis Stevenson
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kenne and Grandson Jaxon
kenne and Grandson Jaxon
Granddaughter Katelyn
Granddaughter Katelyn
(iPhone Images by Katie Turner Bailey)
During the week of March 12th, son David, granddaughter Katelyn,
daughter Katie, grandsons Nick and Jaxon visited Joy and me in Tucson.
Each day would end watching the sunset from the patio.
On several occasions, Katie took images with her iPhone.
— kenne
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