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From the collection in the treasury of the Church of Narga Selassie, Dek Island, Lake Tana, Ethiopia.
Little hands covered in paint and dirt reaching for my hands. This pretty much sums up childhood and parenting.
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The weather finally cooperated, and I was able to do the blushing/henna on Ember's hands. I'm so pleased with how they turned out! Now I just have to do her feet and add the gems to her face and she'll be complete. :)
I think the chains on the swings were rusty. My wife hates getting anything on her hands.
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not my hand, not my laptop, not my kitchen.
yes, i know there are several things off with this. i'll try for another one soon.
80/365
i go to nashville tomorrow morning to see becca for two days and meet all her new cool trendy college friends.
{elis hands}
I will not fall
Once more I'm called
Time comes for all
Then dark is whole
But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Subscribe me not to darkness
I will not speak of your sin
There is a way out for him
The mirror shows not
Your values are shot
But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Subscribe me not to darkness
And I fall short
But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Subscribe me not to darkness
{to darkness-mumford and sons}
Using a fast shutter speed and high f-stop and a flash, I can make it look like it is night time. But this was done at 1 in the afternoon.
One hand is empty
The other hand is full
Who would choose the first one?
Probably just a fool
The second hand is heavy
Holds so much you can share
If you already have enough
Why keep it to your care?
So you decide to give a little
bit by bit the hand gets lighter
You start to feel better
Your days all get brighter
But at some point both hands
Have their emptiness matching
You realize that you have
Two hands full of nothing
Poem: Fanan Zen
she said finally. "I thought he knew something about breeding, but he wasn't fit to lick my shoe."
-- from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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I've been experimenting with light metering and getting some interesting exposures... this is sooc. In the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport (so what makes them "twin cities," anyways?).
I'm out of town for a week so I won't be around much, but I'll try to post when I can.
I tried to identify this gorgeous moth that I spotted in Ames Park the other day, but I couldn't. The closest I got to it was a Leopard moth, which looked about the same with ringed spots, not stripes. It certainly was a magnificent specimen, and I've never seen one like it before.
When I was a teenager, I used to sketch designs of clothing. The moth really would have inspired me to do a cape like this, which would have been glorious, though probably not as lovely as the genuine article. Nature always does it right.
While rifling through page after page of internet photos of moths, it occurred to me just how incredible creation really is. Just in Central Florida alone, there were literally hundreds of different kinds of moths- which really speaks to the REST of the insects, animals, and people on the planet. It's literally mind-boggling!
Secular scientists consider this evolution- something that randomly happened. Looking at the individual parts of nature causes me to view it a different way. There seems to be a logic- an intent- behind all of those interesting creatures. I find it impossible to believe that creation wasn't a planned thing. I can't conceive of there not being a God behind it all.
Unlike many Christians who completely deny any form of evolution process, and cling to the theory that the world is only a few thousand years old, I believe that there is a God- ONE God- and that He is quite involved with and enjoys the process of creation, not just the initial doing of it. Like a painter who adds layer upon layer of paint to achieve a particular outcome, the adaptations we see in nature, to me, reveal a guiding hand, a breath of life that got it all rolling in the first place.
I rather like believing that the same God who took such interest and care to create such a perfect, little creature as this moth, takes an interest in my outcome, as well. I'm in good hands.
Taken from a hand embroidery project designed by Little Green Cottage
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