Since I was a child, I loved observing people's hands. I feel that our hands say so much about a person, and if you have never noticed...hands do not hide your real age or hard work! I can probably describe in detail what people's hands look like long before I could remember what they were wearing at a past event. I just love how they are so unique to each person and the strength and tenderness behind someone's hands speaks volumes to me.
Just recently I realized that I need to combine this passion for photography with my love of hands. I really wanted to capture my Grandmurna's hands on my last trip home and I love how this picture captured that moment in time. Her hands have always been embedded in my memory from a young age. I can always remember her rolling her thumbs as she sat and watched us play (by the way...this is what she is doing in the picture above except she is now watching my children play!) I remember how she always rubbed her fingers together in between dialing numbers on the old rotary phone in her kitchen. I love to watch her hands as she cooks. Those magical materpieces have been the blessings from heaven that have provided our family with some of the best culinary experiences of our lives. I love her hands.
So this is just a start for me in taking pictures of people's hands. Strange hobby I know, but it is mine and I love it. Now, don't everyone start wearing gloves around me! I guarantee when I get you, you won't even know it (just like Grandmurna had no idea I took this one of her)!