Sometimes I get creatively stuck on repeat.  It isn’t always a bad thing.  I love each creative process.  Often I also enjoy photography of the process and the product which sometimes I like better than the product itself.  Sometimes there are just pictures that pester to be taken.  It doesn’t always work out.  Once in awhile my subjects don’t cooperate.  I have been pretty lucky when it comes to my hand pictures.  I have quite a collection scattered about.  I need to gather them up. 
If eyes are the window to our soul, then I wonder if our hands are the doorway that can communicate when words fail.  From the very beginning…it is such a cool thing when a wee one grasps your finger…sure and strong.  And then at the end?  Well, one picture I treasure is of a pretty amazing man and I was lucky to know.  There was strength in the photo as he held my hand and told me that he loved me not long before he peacefully moved on from this physical world. 
So many moments in between too…in joy, sadness, guiding, wandering, pausing, balancing, playing, greeting, parting, soothing…so so soothing. 
So many people…varying degrees of knowing.
Stopping.
Connecting…even if just for a moment.
I really like that.
Don’t you?