the water hand. i was wading with mister and i saw it and thought it was some tubular creature. my five finger glove shoes did well in the murky branchy lagoon though on land they are much less practical than duck feet. absurd design, they seem to call to some freedom seeking in us and i suppose they are rather like barefooting but the freedom is mainly a tease. they get weedy toed and scrape the ankle and have no cushion so mainly they are for water walking and will save the tender footpads from glass, but as far as freedom they are for folks who like to pay for their freedom directly in sufferance and thereby not build karmic debt in this life, or to pay more karmic debt from past time by suffering the illusion of freedom. perhaps i think too much about these things, but most of my thoughts fall by the tangled wayside by fortune.