Hands: palm readers peer into them to divine the future; naturopathic physicians scrutinize them for clues to the health of internal organs; suitors steal glances at them to guess the age of their owners.
For years and years, I've had this idea floating around in the back of my head that it would be interesting to take photos of people's hands. People I know. People I love. People I admire.
But I never got around to it.
Until I met my love, and gave it a 50mm f/1.4 lens as a sign of my deep and abiding affection. Now I'm seeing hands I want to shoot everywhere...
These are my father's hands. We were sitting outside at a cafe in Mill Valley a couple of weeks ago, sipping iced tea on a sunny afternoon. You can see how big his hands are, creased and calloused from years of hefting wood + pruning orchards + remodeling yet another room in the farmhouse.
I'll have more to show you soon.
Oh - and if you and I meet up? for coffee or whatever? - I might ask to take a photo of your hands. Just so you know.
