I’m a bit late, but i made you a my-hand-focused photo album about a walk i went on today
I brought half a bagel with me on my walk, but seeing as my hands were going to be needed for other things, I decided to eat it quickly.
I enjoy the feeling of conifer needles brushing against my hand as i walk by.
The millhouse is usually open to the public, and since the waterwheel kicking up cool stream-water makes for great air-conditioning, it’s a great place to stop on a hot day like today. Unfortunately the door was padlocked today, but by jamming my hand in, I was able to feel the cool wet air on my fingers.
The place I decided to walk had some steep slopes, but by wrapping my hand around this tree, I was able to take some strain off my legs.
Is this a flowing rivulet, or has it been droughty enough that it’s just a series of disconnected stagnant puddles? By using my hand to feel the temperature of the water (cool), I ascertained that it was probably flowing.
Many people primarily associate the multiflora rose with the bountiful white petals it produces in May. Others think of it primarily as an invasive species harming to the native flora. For me, it’s primarily an obstacle and hazard on my walk. I expressed my feelings about this controversial plant using my hand.
Wood sorrel leaves make for a tart treat. I pluck some using my hand.
I briefly consider whether or not to touch this disgusting can in this rotten tree stump with my hand. I ultimately decide against it.
When walking up a steep slope with no trees or roots, it’s natural for me to stagger my hands to help me stay steady.
I’m almost back, but I can’t put my hand away quite yet. I need it to get inside!
Finally home, I wipe the sweat off my brow with my hand.
This is wonderful thank you markadoo. Most of the contributions to my hand game have focused on the form of the hand, but you have gone further and shown us the life of the hand, it's a beautiful thing
