the story in the hands
"Manos Preciosas" ~ these simple words on a scarf Zoë & Johnathan gave me last winter (a gift from Guatemala) got me thinking about how much I love to photograph hands ~ precious and otherwise.
So, to begin with, perhaps my favorite photograph of hands, taken a few years ago while enjoying an al fresco drink * together on my birthday ~ Zoë & Johnathan's wrist adornments telling the stories of their travels.
(* sometimes I actually manage to drink and take photographs at the same time)
And in this one, the hands of Danish sculptor Steffen Lüttge carry the weariness and strength of decades spent wresting images from bronze.
(This photograph also reminds me of a lovely afternoon spent riding bikes with a friend in Copenhagen's Deer Park and the adventures we accidentally stumbled into that day)
And what about the many hands that bring us music?
(in this case, all the way from West Africa!)
These cold-reddened hands,
photographed signing a log found in a mailbox on the top of Mt Hekla
(Iceland's most active volcano)
And even if the hands that are not made of flesh and blood ~ as with this one that once reached to the sky outside a studio in Asheville's River Arts District ~
there are still messages and stories within them.
Apart from photographing them,
the best thing to do with hands
is hold them.
© Kristin Fellows 2012
(All images shot with a Canon)