Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
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Previous Posts
- Year
- Kitchen (Photo)
- Kin (Photos)
- Sign (Photo)
- Waves
- Lovely
- Objects (Meme)
- Parents
- Window (Photo - D)
- Journey
Other Writings
Music
Friends
- Ruins of the Moment
- an udge and a wink
- PaciAn - Space Cat Rocket Ship
- Herhimnbryn
- Jean - Tasting Rhubarb
- Dale - Mole
- Box Elder
- Reading the Signs
- trouser Press
- Crow
- den - this and that
- Cosmic Penguin
Blogistan
- Backyard Farmgals
- Maru (the Cat Who Loves Boxes)
- Nothing to do with Arbroath
- Now's the Time
- Phil Plasma
- Tristan
- xkcd (Webcomic)
- Dooce
- Futility Closet
- Hoarded Ordinaries
- Random Acts of Reality
- Whiskey River
- Writing as Jo(e)
- Margaret&Helen





4 comments:
My hands are too childlike from the front, and too old from the back.
Wonderful, both pairs are characterful. I like your moons. I can nearly always visualise the hands of people I know well, almost as well as their faces. I had a picture that I took of my mother's. I must look for it.
Been watching my hands the last couple of days as a result of this post, and it seems to me as if they play different characters at different times.
I love these pics.
And I know exactly what you mean about finding it hard to take shots of someone's hand as you see them. It's so difficult.
I wish I had managed to get a picture of my mum's hands. I can still see them perfectly in my mind's eye, though.
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