so, i have this friend who's a photographer, and i asked him to take some pictures of me. the thought was, i'll need something professional looking for a portfolio to leave here'n there, in hopes of getting some paying gigs in the city, now that i live here. pleasant work, and on my list of things to accomplish - making a portion of my living through playing music as well as teaching it. after all, i'm getting a bit old to be hauling refrigerators and couches around for a living. much as i love the ReStore Manager job, i know it's either got to morph into something less physical or be replaced by something less physical fairly soon.
and i have these 4 grown kids, raised by a mum who, when outside help was not forthcoming, said, "well, dammit, then i'll do it myself!" so they take me pretty much for granted. it never occurs to them that i might ever need help with anything. and that's o.k. mostly, because i'm pretty independent and i like it that way.... or at least i've become accustomed to it, so it feels normal.
i take most of the family pictures ..... which means i'm seldom in them. not a big deal for me; i'd rather look at pictures of them than pictures of me anyway. but it occurred to me at about the time that i thought i'd better get a portfolio together, that there will come a day when i'm not around, and my kids won't have any decent pictures of me. and they might be sorry about that. we've decided to keep Christmas as down-to-earth and hype-free as we can this year, so i thought a nice gift might be a photo of their mum in a nice frame.
and it's occurred to me that, much as we focus our attention on faces, it's hands that say so much about us, and to us. it's the hands of a parent that comfort and nurture. that provide food and shelter, that write down the stories, draw the pictures and, in my case, make the music. i'm tempted to give them a picture of my hands.
not that i will, because i just don't think they'd get it. but i'm tempted.