{"id":50,"date":"2006-12-29T18:50:54","date_gmt":"2006-12-29T23:50:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kevinomara.com\/2006\/12\/29\/my-mothers-hands\/"},"modified":"2006-12-29T18:50:54","modified_gmt":"2006-12-29T23:50:54","slug":"my-mothers-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/?p=50","title":{"rendered":"My mother&#8217;s hands"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\">\n <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/kevinomara\/335379145\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm1.static.flickr.com\/152\/335379145_ec283bfa14_m.jpg\" alt=\"\" style=\"border: solid 2px #000000;\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n \n<\/div>\n<p>It&#8217;s a strange feeling when something you do regularly, something you do for fun, turns unexpected and affects you more than you intended.<\/p>\n<p>I received a new lens for Christmas and I spent a good portion of the day shooting pics like crazy just trying to get a feel for it.  I haven&#8217;t checked how many pictures I took, but it was definitely more than necessary.<\/p>\n<p>I shot the tree, I shot the examination of gifts, and I stood there and documented every step while my mother made her pecan pie.  I took pictures of <I>everything<\/I>.<\/p>\n<p>When I finally got home and reviewed my pictures, the one of Mom&#8217;s hands holding the eggs caught me by surprise.  I actually had to skip over it because I was confused by what I was feeling, didn&#8217;t know how to deal with it.  I left it alone for a day or so.<\/p>\n<p>I finally went back and took a long look at it.  It&#8217;s a spur of the moment capture &#8211; she just held out the eggs for a second, I snapped, we went on in our conversation and pie-making.  It wasn&#8217;t posed in the traditional sense, I didn&#8217;t ask her to hold them a certain way.  It was just in the moment.<\/p>\n<p>The more I looked at it the more I realized I&#8217;d reached a new thing, a new place.  I was looking at a picture that actually moved me &#8211; one of <I>my<\/I> pictures.  That had never happened to me before.  The emotions were what confused me the first time I saw it.  I&#8217;m used to making images, some kind of tiny art perhaps, not feelings.<\/p>\n<p>I have memories of being a child and sitting in church, not listening to the sermon, just holding Mom&#8217;s hand, looking at it, feeling how soft her skin was.  It wasn&#8217;t so much thoughts of &#8220;these are the hands that cook for me, that comfort me, that put on the bandages when I scrape my leg,&#8221; but more strange realization of detail, how just one part of the human body can sum up the whole of what they mean to you.<\/p>\n<p>This picture just made me realize that I hadn&#8217;t really looked at my mom&#8217;s hands in forever.  It made me remember what it was like to be a kid.  It made me think about who my mom is, and how much she means to me.<\/p>\n<p>Somehow this picture just says more to me about my mother than any portrait ever could.  I never expected to do this to myself.  I could never have set out to do it on purpose.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m grateful that it happened the way it did.<br \/>\n<br clear=\"all\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a strange feeling when something you do regularly, something you do for fun, turns unexpected and affects you more than you intended. I received a new lens for Christmas and I spent a good portion of the day shooting pics like crazy just trying to get a feel for it. 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