Hands

Hands have always fascinated me. I used to sketch my own hands all the time in art class.

My mother never learned sign language for the deaf, but I learned to form letters with my fingers, and I would spell out words for her if she could not read my lips for some reason.

My grandson has been using baby signing for most of his young life, and it was a great help to him and his parents before he learned to talk. Anyone interested can find the link to Signing Time over on the side of this blog.







Please forgive me if this entry begins to look rather strange. I am struggling
to find the secret of adding pictures as I go along. Apparently I am supposed
to finish the text entirely first, and I really didn't want to do that. As you know,
I am pretty new at this.



This is Isaac, gigling at his mother's interpretation of "This is the church, this is the steeple...etc"

And the other is the bride and the flower girl at my great-nephew's wedding.

Again, the placement of the pictures is not at all what I had intended. I really must do some more research to find out how to handle this in the future.


There is another, of my grandson receiviing a very basic first lesson on the piano.


I do want to include the hands of a wood carver, from a picture my daughter sent to me from Vancouver.


I love the picture of a Mexican guitarist. It is rather a fuzzy one,but I like it.


And then, there is my son, with the catch of the day.



Thhis is my hand.


I have so many others, and I love
them all.