Sky, Land, and Water


I have a limited ability to express my love of sky, land, and water.  Empty of most man made items.  Or in other cases being very limited in what we place in it or on it. It’s like closing your eyes and taking a deep breath of fresh air.

We live in a world of complicated chaos and seem to barely notice or appreciate the loudness, or quietness of nature.  Calms the mind if you can slow down enough to catch it!

Sam

“On the other hand, you have different fingers – Stephen Wright


“The hand is the visible part of the brain.”
Immanuel Kant

Hands are possibly the most amazing part of our body.  Hands are my somewhat secret obsession.  I talk with my hands, eat with them, build with them and use them for nearly every aspect of every waking part of my day.  My hands are my verbs, nouns, adjectives and exclamation points all rolled into one, or I should say two, tiny little compact parts on my body.

Hands-on projects for kids are the most engaging and our hands are our little sensors that bring information into our mind, make sense of objects for our eyes, bring things closer to our ears and our mouths.  Hands express sometimes what we are not able to verbally say.  Hands are in fact one of our most taken for granted assets.

Am I solitary in this conviction?  I don’t think so.

The human hand is a miracle of biomechanics, one of the most remarkable adaptations in the history of evolution. The hands of a concert pianist can elicit glorious sound and stir emotion; those of a surgeon can perform the most delicate operations; those of a rock climber allow him to scale a vertical mountain wall. Neurologist Frank R. Wilson makes the striking claim that it is because of the unique structure of the hand and its evolution in cooperation with the brain that Homo sapiens became the most intelligent, preeminent animal on the earth. “The Hand” by Frank R. Wilson

Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
They’re neither white nor small;
And you, I know, would scarcely think
That they are fair at all.
I’ve looked on hands whose form and hue
A sculptor’s dream might be;
Yet are those aged, wrinkled hands
More beautiful to me.

“If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.”
Thich Nhat Hanh

We are all the same person trying to shake hands with our self.
Wavy Gravy

“I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.”
Samuel Osgood

“Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.”
Carl Jung

Condemn none: if you can stretch out a helping hand, do so. If you cannot, fold your hands, bless your brothers, and let them go their own way.
Swami Vivekananda

I’m not even sure if this is really sign language.. but I like the expressiveness

Alison Skeat, a 44 year old single mum, living on an East London council estate, dreamt up The Dirty Hands Project in March 2008. She wanted to grow organic fruit and vegetables for her and her four year old daughter. However, with no food growing skills, she wondered how on earth this would fit in with full time work…

The human hand has 27 bones, 14 of which are the phalanges (proximal, medial, and distal) of the fingers. The metacarpal is the bone that connects the fingers and the wrist. Each human hand has 5 metacarpals.

His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch. Sophie Jordan

Her Hands

© Maggie Pittman
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn’t always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.

“The mind has exactly the same power as the hands; not merely to grasp the world, but to change it.”
Colin Wilson

Songs about Hands

  • Clapping Song (Clap Pat Clap Slap), The – Shirley Ellis (1965)
  • Come Take My Hand – Slim Whitman (1970)
  • Daddy’s Hands – Holly Dunn (1986)
  • Hand in My Pocket – Alanis Morissette (1995)
  • Hand to Hold on to – John Mellencamp (1982)
  • Hands – Jewel (1998)
  • Hands Across the Table – Fats Domino (1962)
  • Hands Can Say a Lot – Johnny Bush (1978)
  • Hands Clean – Alanis Morissette (2002)
  • He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands – Raffi (1982)
  • Hands of a Working Man – Ty Herndon (1999)
  • Hard and Calloused Hands – Slim Dusty (1992)
  • Healing Hands – Sonny Isaacs and Dolly Parton (2000)
  • I Wanna Hold Your Hand – The Boston Pops Orchestra (1971)
  • I Want to Hold Your Hand – The Beatles (1964)
  • I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water – Stonewall Jackson (1965)
  • Mama’s Hand – The Lynn Morris Band (1996)
  • Man’s Hands, A – Victor Lundberg (1967)
  • My Mother’s Beautiful Hands – Bradley Kincaid (1933)
  • On the Other Hand – Randy Travis (1986)
  • Put Your Hand in Mine – Tracy Byrd (2000)
  • Put Your Hand in the Hand – The Lewis Family (1971)
  • Shake a Hand – The Four Lovers (1957)
  • Let’s Shake Hands and Come Out Lovin’ – Kenny O’Dell (1978)
  • Shake Hands and Come Out Crying – The Newbeats (1966)
  • Shake Hands and Come Out Dancing – Dennis Edwards (1984)
  • Shake Hands with a Loser – Don Winters (1961)
  • Touch of Her Hand, The – Don McLean (1989)
  • Touch of Your Hand, The – Gordon Jenkins (1952)
  • Touch the Hand – Conway Twitty (1975)
  • Wait Til I Get My Hands on You – Wynn Stewart (1985)

Broken


“‎Broken does not mean non-functioning, or incapacitated, it does however mean ready for repair. ”
― Shawn Boreta

As you can probably recall from my post Shockproof, I’m a bit of a camera fanatic.  I love to play with pictures but am in no way a master.  I get connected to a camera very easily and I hate to buy new ones and re-learn them.   It seems that sometimes a newer version is not necessarily better, just more complicated.

Sadly I recently had to treat myself to a newer version of my Sony Cybershot because my last one got some sand in the lens cover and no longer opened completely. So every time I turned on the camera I had to manually open the lens.  The pictures were still coming out ok but they were just a little more difficult to take.  If I didn’t remember to open the lens completely I would only get a 1/4 of a picture because that’s how far the lens would open.

I finally put the camera away and opened up the new one because I was going to be going on a trip and wanted to practice using the new one.  Well, I’m back from my trip (pictures from my new camera to follow) and for some reason picked up my old camera to put it away and realized that there were about 30 pictures that had been taken before I set it down.

As you can see from the following shots, the initial quote really applies to many things.  Broken does not always mean beyond repair.  After looking at these pictures I have decided to keep the old, broken camera around…. and yes, the newer camera is better or at least a little more difficult to use.

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Addictions – Behind the glass


Speaking of obsessions.. you didn’t realize we were?  Well, we were.  You have hoarders, travel junkies, wine and beer aficionados, smokers.. and on the list goes. I have always prided myself in not having any addictions.  I’m the most normal person I know.  Right? Do you sense where this is going?

Well, let me start by saying, I just created a post regarding some of my fav photes and spoke of a woman who for 10 years has been taking random pictures of random things just for fun.  I have another friend who for some reason loves to photograph herself with only her eyes showing.  Tons of photos of her face from her eyes up.  It’s cool, fantastic and a little strange. The newest craze in photo-taking seems to be of oneself in front of a mirror with the camera showing you taking a picture of yourself.  I’m just glad I don’t have a random photo taking frenzy that consumes my life.. or do I?

Upon a recent review of a multitude of photo albums that I have put together I have come across a disturbing trend, an obsession I did not know I had.. or even upon knowing did not think it was that much of an addiction.  Here are just a few of the behind the glass photos I have taken over the past year.  They say the first step in solving a problem is admitting you have one.  Enjoy and do not mock me.

Freakn thru


If you have not visited Beyond Paisley’s post explaining “Freaking Through” it’s possible you will not understand this post at all.  If you decide to not visit the post then just ignore this post and pass on by.. forget about it… nothing here left to see.. GO AWAY!!!

I just want to say….I’ve been Freaking through all of my life.. I ended up in University by freakn through.. (How was I supposed to know you had to apply to University to get in? Just showed up one day.. started taking classes.. was told later I should have applied first. Eventually I did.)  Got a bachelors and ended up freakn through to my master’s… I didn’t understand there were rules and standards to adhere to..

I freaked through working at an elementary school teaching English in Korea and somehow freaking freaked my way to a University position.. was lovely.. great vacation and free housing.. I had no idea I wasn’t supposed to be there (Applied to a position that had been closed for about 2 months..  and despite the fact the position was closed I got interviewed and subsequently hired.)

Even where I am now I freakn freaked through.. I applied for a random job that looked interesting and over a 2 year process involving flying to Japan from Korea and from Korea to DC… I freakn got the job.. (I didn’t know what job I was applying for..as a matter of fact even when I was told I got the job I had no idea what I would be doing.. but I freakn got it)

Now I’m freaking living well, traveling well, eating well and sleeping well.. it all started with freaking through.. I have been criticized and mocked for my form and structure of freak.. but.. here I am ..still freakn through..  Life is freakn good..

Sam Freakn through

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

~ Mark Twain

“Just Freaking Through..” ~Beyond Paisley