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Hands

Capturing the beauty of fingertips...

Featured Work

Since You've Gone by Melissa R Wilson

Oaklawn Cemetery – Jacksonville, Florida Featured in: Hands (Nov ‘09)
My Heart Is In Your Hands by LisaR

Taken using a Canon 300D – 90mm lens
like a breeze by jessally

mother and daughter… featured in http://www.redbubble.com/hands – thannk you!
The Page Turner by James Leader

The high pass filter was used to bring out a bit more detail then another layer had the rough pastels filter applied which was then converted to black and white and partially erased. Featured in Hands
fUck U, i know how to play! by Explosive

As u can see from the extended nails, its Nat having a go at playing the guitar. / I asked her to show me a cord. and thats how she placed her fingers! lol FEATURED in “Hands” group!!!
Hands - huuuuggge and tincy-winsy by Mark Elshout

It is a truly amazing to see the size of a newborn babies hands in comparison to a fully grown adult. How could I resist when my niece was born, to borrow the hands of my 6’5” brother for some comparison! Featured in “hands” and “Speaking Photos” CHALLENGE WINNER / (Speaking Photos – All within my hands)
Ladybug, Ladybug fly away home! by Fiona Christensen

I found this cute ladybug nursery rhyme whilst searching for a title! It was perfect! :) i love ladybugs, they seem so cute but i bet they’re dangerous (red colour!) haha! This one got stuck on my nail and kept slippin. on close observation i could see his little legs running but not going anywhere, so i moved him up and let him crawl around my arm. :) They always remind me of been little and letting the ladybugs crawl up my arm! Sweet memories! I’m a little ladybug on the go, / Landing on an arm, and now an elbow. / See me fly ‘round and ‘round your hand, / Now watch as on your thumb I land. / I’m a little ladybug searching for some toes, / But instead I’ll simply land on your nose. / Now I look around and head for your hair, / I muss it up a bit, then pat it down with care. / I’m a little ladybug looking for a knee, / I’m just so happy you’re not bugged by me. / Now you see me heading for your chest, / This little ladybug needs some rest Featured In Colour Me A Rainbow – Red / Hands
Reaching up and nearly reaching by Fiona Christensen

part of the ‘reaching…’ series Featured In Hands
Brenna is Smokin' by Matthew Dawkins

Model – Brenna This is for a personal friendly challenge with MommaKluyt to capture a smoking picture. I’ll post a couple other shots after this one for the ones that didn’t make the final cut.
Feather by loinfr

Nikon D80 / Lens: 90mm F/2.8 G / Focal Length: 90mm / 1/8 sec – F/3.2 / Sensitivity: ISO 100
I was maried you know... by micmac

My dear Agathe,so precious ,when she wants something nothing can stop her.She’s a libra just like me and her sister’s name is Gisèle just like me…either.Agathe is very proud to remember my name all the time and she always wants a big hug from me but when she’s angry ,watch out..!She has the most gentel smile I’ve ever seen ….and when she has that smile , it means trouble.She’s always looking in her purse,afraid that somebody would steel something from her One day I wanted to take the purse away to change her and she told her family that I beat her up,like I told you ,very clever that lady.I don’t touch the purse anymore.I don’t have any choices that to love her ,she won’t let anyone get on her back and that’s a good thing…..but it’s very hard to please her.I think It’s a great chalenge….Gigi..

Recent Work

Thorn in my Side by NIKONSCOT

This shot was taken and our prop was a nearby bush and metal fence .. didn`t come out too bad though !
Having fun! by en-joy

Nikon D90 18-105 VR lens / Loreen,4 years old, niece of some friends,
Writing

In the moment of Awakening…Mana’o …...
in control by alice drogoreanu

Make: Canon / Model: Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL XT / Shutter Speed: 1/50 second / F Number: F/1.8 / Focal Length: 50 mm / ISO Speed: 800 / Date Picture Taken: Dec 31, 2008, 11:33:15 PM
wear it... by aspectsoftmk

one of the greatest symbols of the most beautiful word…
Writing

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Bee being me.. by biancaturner

Nikon D90 ~ Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 *self portrait
Adam by biancaturner

Nikon D90 ~ Nikkor 55-200mm
Through a Glass Darkly by pauldrobertson

I like this piece very much. Sometimes in my work THIS IS THE big version AND THE BETTER ONE FOR PRINTS. / ... I can witness myself taking leaps of quality, and I believe that this is one of those times. It is an indescribable sensation to see my own hands make something such as this. I begin the with a person, a woman, before me, some materials – paper, chalk, paint.At the end of the slow still hours quickening my fingers, I surface from the fugue and wake from the trance of working. And sometimes I have something before me that is beautiful that did not exist, that what the world did not hold before I began. And it will last for centuries.I love the idea of obscured reflections and scattered and refracted light – my desire to work is pushed further every time I stumble upon something I know I must pursue.In many of my works, whenever it is practical, I will place a left-hand print on a wall or smudging a piece of glass. I have done this for years, and I will never stop. Recently the idea occurred to me that since this has become one of the defining symbols within my work, I could execute a piece based entire on the idea. So I made it happen. I forced it into existence. And I am so left handed, you see, that I almost walk with a limp. and / AND! “I believe in never. / I believe in all the way.” – Smashing pumpkins / So you don’t take the time take the moments spin the bottle spill the blood? / Ah well ah HELL / The word hell is from the Norse word Hel – this described both the goddess and the place that she ruled. Everyone went there and it was crappy, unless you got stabbed or chopped up with an axe in which case you got to go to Valhalla. / And in Valhalla you got to get into fights. Forever. And there was endless beer. / I remember endless beer. / It was nice. Beery. / So we dip our wings and sigh. Sigh in slightly inconsistent, in-harmonic, clipped shuddering sighs – and only a sliver of love out of synch’. / I know there is no happy ending for this; that there cannot be. / And sure, I know. I know that you – that you have heard the words and maybe read some of them. The urgency. The force of it. / What else is there for me? For ME? / Have some more. / HAVE. / SOME. / MORE. Circles building up in me in that release-less frenetic energy making me blink fast and move fast. Boots hanging off me and the laces really do look chewed though I didn’t not recently at least. / Got that lettered up feeling – heat boiling off me feel the air ripple and coil as I breathe out . Heat for each distil phalange (these are the words for finger-tips do they not slip onto the ends of your hands?) / Still feel the smell of her on me though I guess it’s not pale honey and nightmarish need colouring my eyes not hers though I am hoping hoping. / Forgot what it was like to feel like this so wide open crushable –flawed and ruin-ready – Lit up like a six-fingered passion, a design a metaphor a need. / I remember every point of flesh, mouths meeting over muted susurrations and terrified more than most times. / Toes all bent up and down and pushing so hard not to frighten her that I almost say nothing, / Flood of words damned with sand and ashes and flowers now; flowers. / Real and real and real. And you – here- Stretched against me a catch thickening my throat / And hey - / There might be something windblown and scarred, / A moment for us to press against our cheek, / A plate for us to hold it to. / Out there somewhere. Sure. / My own memory is a scratched cup, a bent fork. / / Blown out like surf or a candle, / ‘a light bulb a curse or a mind. / Warmth and comfort, solace and weight / Wait, / Wait! / I need more than you were and are. / The sum of your parts is less than the whole. / And your voice is gone. This rage and its partner. / They can bring us jewels, my love / We can have Jewels. / You. / And I. - Paul. Through A Glass Darkly. By Paul D Robertson Pastels 140 cms x 97 I like this piece very much. Sometimes in my work I can witness myself taking leaps of quality, and I believe that this is one of those times. It is an indescribable sensation to see my own hands make something such as this. I begin the with a person, a woman, before me, some materials – paper, chalk, paint. At the end of the slow still hours quickening my fingers, I surface from the fugue and wake from the trance of working. And sometimes I have something before me that is beautiful that did not exist, that what the world did not hold before I began. And it will last for centuries. I love the idea of obscured reflections and scattered and refracted light – my desire to work is pushed further every time I stumble upon something I know I must pursue. In many of my works, whenever it is practical, I will place a left-hand print on a wall or smudging a piece of glass. I have done this for years, and I will never stop. Recently the idea occurred to me that since this has become one of the defining symbols within my work, I could execute a piece based entire on the idea. So I made it happen. I forced it into existence. And I am so left handed, you see, that I almost walk with a limp.