|Photo by Sarah Peller|
Oh my god....more snow here in Boston today like so much of the US...where the heck are we going to put it all? It is kind of cool though- or at least I think so right now...I am getting tired of shoveling however.
I think I've mentioned before that I have a bit of an intrigue with hands. Hands of all ages are so beautiful. It's one of the things I notice first about people.
|Photo by Franci Strumpher Newcastle, South Africa|
Watching people's hands is a very intimate thing whether it's a newborn sucking it's fist, a six-year using scissors, or someone knitting, or chopping vegetables. Or a child, or a very old person, repeatedly rubbing something between their thumb and forefinger like the edge of a quilt for comfort.
|Photo by John Byer Suffolk, UK|
Remember the macrame craze?
|Photo by Adrian Van Leen Nollamara Australia|
Hands tell stories, and are forever interesting to me.
|Photo by Gratsiela Atanasova Bulgaria|
Plus, I like how observing people's hands slows me down.
|Photo by Sunshizzle, USA|
This one is so great.
When we get right down to it LOVE really is all there is.
By the way does anyone remember the 1960s or 1970s soap or hand cream commercial where they asked viewers which hands were the mother's hands, and which hands were the daughter's? Please leave me a comment if you remember what product they were advertising so that I can find it. It made a big imprint on me about aging and I'd love to watch it again.
Remember Madge and the Palmolive dishing wash soap commercial?
Stay dry everyone :-)