Hands
Earned their keep
These hands of mine
In my previous “A Day of Running” post, I showed a book called “Expressive Photography” which is by the Shutter Sisters. It’s a guide to “shooting from the heart”. It contains the inspiration I’m seeking for capturing the type of photos I’d like to take. In the introduction, Tracey Clark, founder of Shutter Sisters, wrote:…
Minnesota State Fair Time to harvest the fields To many of us Eating is a pretty big deal For now there is fun Before school has begun So let’s joyfully swing To and fro Many come for the food Some come for the rides Some teens come looking for love I remember those times… Now…
When life (or retirement) doesn’t go as planned, I have found that you can mope away your life or you can make adjustments. That doesn’t mean you have to go all Pollyannish. There is nothing wrong with taking the time you need to grieve. But even when you are grieving, I have found that it…
Did you know there is an actual name for a Welsh Corgi and Jack Russell cross? They are called a “Cojack” and from the photos and description of the breed in the link, I’m becoming more and more convinced Latte belongs to this club. Along with the agility course I believe I need to wear…
I love digging my hands into dirt. Breaking up rich, sticky clumps and pushing through the top layers to make room for a new plant, I feel connected to earth, sun, and seasons. I find it miraculous that a teeny-tiny seed when planted and nurtured becomes a plant that produces food.
Building Suspense Rolled snail-lishly Or perhaps protectively Taking the fetal position Waiting for just The right moment To pop p.s. For those who have asked about Luke, I rode him today and he was awesome! Lazy yes. But awesome. Not a cough or even a snort. And one of the boarders told me Luke raced with…
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Fantastic! These hands have earned their keep? I love that! And your photographs are stunning – as are your hands! I often think that way about my body in general – you know, that it’s earned its keep – but specifically hands? What a lovely meditation. I loved, loved, loved this and will look at my age spotted, somewhat scarred, crepe paper textured skin hands more lovingly and appreciatively after reading this.
Your hands, poem, and photos, are beautiful. (but I do know the feeling of looking at my own hands and thinking “who’s are these?”)
Lynn