Mother Agnes with Granddaughter Kate (Easter, April 11, 2004) — Image by kenne
I don’t usually do “Throwback Thursday” postings, but the other day I ran across this photo. Mother could be real entertaining at times.
Kate was probably listening to her grandmother talking to her other son, Tom. Look at Kate’s eyes.
Agnes was a great storyteller and had an identifiable laugh, especially when she was excited.
Once she was entertaining her grandchildren telling stories, I placed a small recorder near her. Like so many things over the years, it got misplaced, or accidentally tossed in a move.
Recently I received a comment on a July 11, 2008 posting, “Our Zen Fountain”.
The writer wanted to know where I got the supplies. The concrete pieces
were made in Mexico, but it has now been eight years
since the project, so I no longer have specific information.
The inquiry brought back memories of this work of love.
As I wrote at the time, we waited six weeks for the final concrete piece.
The location of the fountain is near of deck
under a canopy of pine and crape myrtle trees,
which made for a beautiful setting.
Images by kenne
Soon after completing the project, Kiko our 17 year old cat died.
We buried him in the fountain landscape area making the Zen Fountain
a memorial fountain for Kiko.
This project was my favorite landscape project ever.
Two years later we move from The Woodlands, Texas
to Tucson where we have a patio fountain,
but no fountain will replace this very special fountain —
“Our Zen Fountain”.
The Woodlands, Texas, October 10, 2004 — Images by kenne
(CLICK ON ANY OF THE IMAGES TO SEE A LARGER VIEW IN A SLIDESHOW FORMAT.)
After Virginia passed away this past April, I began going through photos to have in a video. I thought I had identified all family images with her, however, recently I was looking for an old document and discovered untitled images misfiled in a folder, “Master Plan ISD.” I wonder how many others I may have misfiled.
We received this card today from our dear friends, Kuyk and Dianne Logan in The Woodlands, Texas — the old fashion way! Not only did it come through the postal service, but the card was printed on Kuyk’s 1902 Chandler & Price letterpress printer. Some people collect stamps, he collects printing supplies. Kuyk, retired Houston Post managing editor, loves spending time in his workshop, which he calls “Prints Charming Ink.”
Tucked in this year’s card was a bookmark, Letterpress Bookmark* — the asterisk notes: “Not compatible with e-reader formats.”
The Dickenson reference on the card is to the annual Emily Dickenson birthday celebration organized by the Montgomery County Literary Arts Council (MCLAC), which Joy and I have missed the last couple of years since we moved to Tucson. We hope to get together with Kuyk and Dianne the next time we are in the Houston area. We miss all out MCLAC friends.
On our last day in the Houston area, we had some morning fog to contrast our return to the Sonoran desert. I’m taking some photographic licence with this image taken a few years ago.
We continue to seek new adventures, knowing that each adventure dies as we achieve its object, encouraged by the words of Mark Twain:
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
The event, a poetic shoot-out , paired two Montgomery County poets, good friends and mutual supporters, which carries even more significance now that Parsons has become the most recent poet laureate of Texas. Southeast Texas is the new hub of poetry in Texas.
Deciding to pull up roots and move from The Woodlands, Texas to Tucson was not an easy decision. But, what about a family of six that decides to travel all 50 states in 12 months? Now that takes a lot of guts, but then, that’s what adventure is all about. “No guts, no glory!” To say the least, we were impressed when we saw this car in the Sabino Canyon parking lot. Check out the web site at http://www.hoamteam.com/Hoamteam/Welcome.html.
This posting was written December 27, 2008 and was saved as a draft around the time Kiko passed away. Now, it’s no longer a draft.
He was in my shadow network Stopping when I stopped Playing when I played Sleeping when I slept Always by my side. When he danced, I would dance But never in lock-step, Only to the rhythm of shared music. With each dance, he took my heart Building a crescendo of love. Now the music is silent As I move in darkness No shadow at my feet Only fallen tears of memories Keeping me close to his ways. But, darkness will not last For his name is the password To the ways of love And the light of the lavender moon That will always spawn his shadow.
This was written for Kiko, who shared the name with a lavender moon. No other animal can replace him, only the emptiness in our being, which demands unity and connection. Now I turn to “Fish” to maintain a link to life beyond my bowl. For now, the utility room door is closed – “Kiko has left the house!”
Winter Solstice — Computer Art Images by kenne
Mother Agnes with Granddaughter Kate (Easter, April 11, 2004) — Image by kenne
Images by kenne
Morning Sea Serpent (1999) — Image by kenne
Texas Blues Friends at Papa’s Ice House in The Woodlands, Texas (June 2002)
Spillway — Image by kenne
On our last day in the Houston area, we had some morning fog to contrast our return to the Sonoran desert. I’m taking some photographic licence with this image taken a few years ago.
We continue to seek new adventures, knowing that each adventure dies as we achieve its object, encouraged by the words of Mark Twain:
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
kenne
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