‘Father’s Hands’ still seems to be dominating the newsfront. Except this time mine are involved to as I’m helping with triggering and setup.

It’s instrumentals today and sounds here are really pristine - pure and virtually untouched by digital manipulation (actually I tried but failed). So dip into this demo mix especially if you’re in the mood to unwind to some light improv. If you love these, you’ll also be amazed how far talent could take a short recording session. Meric’s from Turkey where his first instrument is the oboe so saxophone isn’t even his strongest suit!

01 Saxophone Song (Improv).mp3 

This one’s done completely as improv by Meric, on keys first then sax.

02 Quiet Night (Improv).mp3

03 Psalm 1 (Improv).mp3

Dad on keys and Meric on sax.

04 Autumn Leaves (Violin & Sax).mp3

05 Shadow of Your Smile (Violin & Sax).mp3

Dad on violin and Meric on sax.

Glad to have had you all come by to visit!

I just joined a blogging carnival and the theme is on Fathers. This week, it’s Father’s Hands so I’m drawing from the momentum here to post something. Hopefully regularly. Technology is cool for professional reasons but then again something closer to the heart is more likely to inspire me to write.

But first, since I’m on lenses, I can’t resist sharing about the most amazing 3-D viewer I’ve seen yet: stunning, fast and effective. Pic-Lens lets you glide through an entire archive of photos and videos in an enhanced aesthetic environment.

I’ve taken my fair share of baby feet, enough to know that this one says it all. Beauty in bite size means you don’t need to do anything to be meaningful, or strive into a new suit of significance. It’s enough that you’re resting in a pair of hands that is willing to do it all for you. And if you share faith, with a God this big, to have created the universe and replicate your life in DNA, doesn’t seem like there should be all that much to be worried about? Feet fettered? Or ardently admired. That’s closer to truth!

And then we all grow up, older, wiser, or so we think. Until we encounter the magic of seeing life from the other side of the lens: and the wonderment of maybe we don’t know it all. Afterall, a few years more of relatively wiser, stronger, bigger becomes no less treasured in the hand of the infinitely transcendent creator.