247 Hands., Scottsdale, AZ, Nikon D-80, f 4.8, 1/60, ISO 125, Picnik Filters, 1-15-10When you look at someone's hands, don't they tell a lot about a person? (Don't look at these hands pictured because I purposely tweaked with photoshop and added texture for the vibe I was hoping to creatively set) But on anyone, the hands are the first tells of their age, their job, their gentleness, their personal hygiene...
Look down at your hands now and try to determine what people would see in you. Me? This is what I see as I bring my hands into focus...My hands are gigantic and I clearly should have been a basketball player.:) They are always with nails because I think as long as they are big with fingers that extend out across America, I might as well highlight their length? But, I love my hands because in all their hugeness, they allow me to be incredibly soft.
It is when I'm touching the faces of those I love, pulling back the errant strand of hair, tickling their skin or taking the fallen eyelash off their cheeks and making wishes as I blow it away, that I think my hands are the most beautiful. I hope you find and think of the exceptional reasons why your hands deserve your gratitude today. And no matter what is happening and what you might need, your hands will always be reminders of two things you and they are gifted with; One hand is for giving and the other for receiving.
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