Thursday, April 11, 2013

Hands


Made this messing about with the Chromebook's camera and some on-line editing software - can't remember which one, i-piccy perhaps, that offers an alternative to things like Picasa or PS so that you never really need to come down from the internet to work on photos - theoretically anyway - which is really what you need when using the Chromebook, since doesn't carry much software on board at all.  Quite a lot of potential but takes some getting used to, and seems a bit laborious.


I was thinking about how lovely Marja-Leena's scans of her hands holding different things are, and what nice hands she has, and how I've never much liked my hands, blunt and broad and stubby as they are, though we've come to an understanding, they and I, over the years.

11 comments:

Julia said...


Ah your hands..

a little like me and my wonky knees! I often sit in the bath and gaze at them and think, damn you wonky knees! And the I think of the 56 years during which they've support as I've ridden too hard, and skied too fast, ad danced too long and too late, and I smile and think "Well done, wonky knees, well done!"

'Scuse the personal indulgence!

Rouchswalwe said...

Yes, I too am in awe of Marja-Leena's hand scans. I quite like your latest collage. The interplay between the eyes and the fingers is captured beautifully. Nice movement. And the bottom left photo made me say, "Halt!" Very effective! Gotta use your assets, I say.

marja-leena said...

Lucy, you've joined the club, heh! I love the peekaboo effect and the collage. And your hands are just fine, well-used for so many things like gardening and cooking and photography and art! I don't much like my hands either, but like you accept them and even love them for what they are capable of. Just imagine not having them!! (Julia - I have bad knees too!)

the polish chick said...

knees are fine. hands are ginormous but fine. it's the big wobbly gut that is my personal problem. then again, the thing with big wobbly guts is that there are rarely opportunities to display it in public, thanks be to the gods above.

Roderick Robinson said...

I hardly know my hands. They're ridiculously impatient, insisting on finishing all DIY tasks (however complex) before the sun goes down and thus leaving a trail of botched work which, if laid end to end... (You can fill in the rest of the Dorothy Parker quote here).

Not the hands for someone who dreams of being a writer. I weigh them down with chains and medieval cannon balls but that in itself is a quickie DIY measure. I may live to write A History Of Defensive Botching.

Ellena said...

Thanks to my hands I think of my father often. Only when I keep my nails short though.

zephyr said...

oh, those eyes!
nice group

Joe Hyam said...

Your hands and Marja-Leena's make you think about hands in general. Human aren't they? Claws and paws modified for human activity, including taking photographs and writing novels. I would have liked to have had large hands with long fingers rather than the small, neat ones I was born with.

Bruce Taylor, a.k.a. Catalyst said...

I like your hands and your eyes!

Lucy said...

Well thank you everyone, what lovely responses. I guess we're all quite interested in our body parts. Hands are evocative things; they seem to be something we're at once intimate with and detached from, and as RR's comment in particular underlines, they are inseparable from what they do.

I'm reminded of Yeats'

'but her small hands were not beautiful'.

My sister's hands, as Ellena said about her own, always bring my dad back very immediately, and latterly my other, late sister too; when she died her daughter couldn't bear to look at her other aunt's hands. Mine are more like my mum's I suppose but only remind me of hers when I see them in photos.

Actually I'm not sure which bits of me I do like too much now - I used to be quite happy with my eyes, but they always had dark shadows under them which age, and decades of wearing glasses, haven't favoured, plus I've got the triangular skin fold over the top now. Knees I never gave much thought to, since my legs were nothing to be proud of anyway, and Polish Chick, I've got the big wobbly gut too.

Feet are short and broad also, but straight-toed. Nose isn't bad, arms are OK. All my family have good sized ears, though not sticking out ones, and I prefer these to the silly little whorls some people have - maybe we've got Basque ancestry!

In all I'm just glad most of it's still working!

marly youmans said...

Silly little whorls! Hah. Those of us with small ears find that they get larger over time. Like feet. And noses.

Yes, I think the fact that they work is highly important.

Interesting that you are playing with Marja-Leena here... And arranging in patterns as well. For an instant I thought the bottom right was a flower...