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reposting ,as I have just created an album for my hand images.
am thinking of trying some more of these to add to the collection.
This was an outtake from my shoot yesterday for day 16 of my 365 project. I almost like it more than the actual image I used. I've been having a bunch of physical problems recently with my joints and this reminded me how the body can heal its self if you take some time to spend outside. All the images from yesterday can be seen here: charliebirdphotography.tumblr.com
On the right hand side of the river, which is East, one can see evidence of the horrendous wildfire called Holiday Farm/McKenzie Fire. Looks like some charring on the left side (West) too, just not as bad in this particular spot. Thousands of acres are still not under complete containment as I write this (morning of October 6, 2020, and the fire started September 9th, (Labor Day).
The *soul* of this for Dave C. and other Flickr friends too, is my daughter and granddaughter lost their home miles west of this spot, and a friend completely lost her home a very short distance (almost shouting distance) east of this river.
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A Loving Mother and Newborn Daughter make contact in what will be a beautiful relationship.
Thank you to my Sister-In-Law for allowing me to post this :)
"E lo stupore nei tuoi occhi
salì dalle tue mani
che vuote intorno alle sue spalle,
si colmarono ai fianchi
della forma precisa
d'una vita recente,
di quel segreto che si svela
quando lievita il ventre..."
Fabrizio de Andrè, Il ritorno di Giuseppe
"Tu pensa a un pianoforte. I tasti iniziano. I tasti finiscono. Tu lo sai che sono 88 e su questo nessuno può fregarti. Non sono infiniti, loro. Tu sei infinito, e dentro quegli 88 tasti la musica che puoi fare è infinita.
Questo a me piace. In questo posso vivere.
Ma se io salgo su quella scaletta, e davanti a me si srotola una tastiera di milioni di tasti, milioni e miliardi di tasti, che non fi...
niscono mai, e questa è la verità, che non finiscono mai... Quella tastiera è infinita.
Ma se quella tastiera è infinita allora su quella tastiera non c'è musica che puoi suonare. E sei seduto sul seggiolino sbagliato: quello è il pianoforte su cui suona Dio.
Cristo, ma le vedevi le strade?
Anche soltanto le strade, ce n'erano a migliaia! Ma dimmelo, come fate voialtri laggiù a sceglierne una.
A scegliere una donna. Una casa, una terra che sia la vostra, un paesaggio da guardare, un modo di morire.
Tutto quel mondo addosso che nemmeno sai dove finisce, e quanto ce n'è.
Non avete mai paura, voi, di finire in mille pezzi solo a pensarla, quell'enormità, solo a pensarla?"
I don't know why I love this photo !!
I just like everything about it. Lighting, Brightness, Treatment and Clolours :P:P
A covid-19 notice I came across at Broadstairs on my most recent visit. I could not find one in better condition, in fact, could not find another at all. I guess, and hope, they will all become a thing of the past before long. A useful addition to my 'squared circle' project though.
Your hand in my hand,
your life in my life,
Since then you're a part of me.
...................
Camera: Impossible I-1
Film: TIP 600 Color
A series from the herring factory in Djupavik. I was fascinated by the number of places where men once grabbed heavy controls to make the factory do its job.
These are the hands of three generations of the same family. On the left is the grandfather's hand, in the middle supporting the other hands is the father's hand, and the tiny hand, of course, belongs to the almost 4 month old grandson. This was my wife's idea, and I'm glad she thought of it.
{~ Explored. Jan 8. 2013 ~}
Γυναίκα αριστερόχειρη κανένας δεν το ξέρει
πως θα 'δινα για χάρη σου και το δεξί μου χέρι
μ' αυτό να κάνεις τις δουλειές, μ' αυτό να μαγειρεύεις
και με το χέρι της καρδιάς μονάχα να χαϊδεύεις
Να σου 'ρθουν όλα δεξιά κι εγώ αριστερά σου
ν' ακούω βράδυ και πρωί το χτύπο της καρδιάς σου
Να σου 'ρθουν όλα δεξιά κι εγώ αριστερά σου
ν' ακούω βράδυ και πρωί το χτύπο της καρδιάς σου
Γυναίκα αριστερόχειρη σε δεξιές παρέες
γλυκιά μειοψηφία μου μ' αριστερές ιδέες
σιγά μιλάς, αργά φιλάς δεν είσαι σαν τις άλλες
παν στην αγάπη μ' ασανσέρ, κι εσύ από τις σκάλες
Να σου 'ρθουν όλα δεξιά κι εγώ αριστερά σου
ν' ακούω βράδυ και πρωί το χτύπο της καρδιάς σου
Να σου 'ρθουν όλα δεξιά κι εγώ αριστερά σου
ν' ακούω βράδυ και πρωί το χτύπο της καρδιάς σου
Γυναίκα αριστερόχειρη...
Στίχοι: Μιχάλης Γκανάς
Μουσική: Νίκος Αντύπας.