HANDS

A day of filming hands on textbooks, manuals and workbooks with a new HD lens which actually delivered fantastic results in moderate light which was a great surprise.
As it's been pouring incessant cold Spring rain from dark grey clouds it's been rather pleasant to be filming indoors for a change. I love hands, so the work of the day rather made me smile, as I recalled a blog written last August. HANDS Not for the first time has a story come full circle, and all for the better, I might hasten to add!
Finally this evening I promised Carol : Rosie & Mr. Fun CAROL a reciprocal song and here it is! MANDOLIN WIND

Hope the sun is shinning in Southern California and wherever you live!
Have a great weekend everyone!


Your Hands

When your hands go out,
love, toward mine,
what do they bring me flying?
Why did they stop
at my mouth, suddenly,
why do I recognize them
as if then, before,
I had touched them,
as if before they existed
they had passed over
my forehead, my waist?

Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea, over the smoke,
over the spring,
and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I recognized those golden
dove wings,
I recognized that clay
and that color of wheat.

All the years of my life
I walked around looking for them.
I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.

Pablo Neruda