Random Hands

At the moment, I am camera-less, as my camera now resides in a dorm room. While I dreamt of buying a new one, I spent a bit of time looking through some hand photos. Eyes might be the window to the soul, but hands, and the way they move, have always been much more captivating to me.

 

Raisin stems when they meet your tongue, are on par with eggshell specks.

Yes, I inspect each shriveled delight before it is popped into my mouth.

The way the light was coming through his hands, was cool.

 This little boy, grabbing his dad's hand, caught my attention at the beach.

 BG wearing a charm bracelet, and being, well, charming.

 L is for Lisa.

Hands with sunglasses

 
Even cowgirls get the blues, or, in this case, a gift from Fiona. 

 If you are ever tempted to put paint in a plastic cup, 

and then in the microwave, don't.

 Cutting gingham.

 Hair twirling in anticipation.

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 Resting on a wall.