infatuations

For some odd reason, I am infatuated with hands and feet. Not big feet but the tiny feet kind, like these

(photo courtesy of Shonda B.)

And hands, old, wrinkly, wise hands that have years of experiance and are a story within themselves. I love the contrast between old and young, its beautiful to me. Yesterday during some awesome weather, we went outside to play. These old wise hands helped these young learning hands to ride a scooter. In what was just a typical, overexposed (story of my life these days) photo,

lied something more meaningful and beautiful to see. Can you see it? This is why I love learning this art of photography. To catch something that would have otherwise been a fleeting fun moment and turn it in something we can enjoy forever.


If you know me at all, you know that I am painstakingly trying to learn photoshop. I have a few tricks under my belt. So when I spotted the "heart" of the photo above, I went to work. I love the edited version because of the moodiness it took on. Because it brought out the details in Grandma's hands, it caught a silly face, it focused on the teaching.

I dont think my processing is perfect by any means, but I did learn that cropping in close and tweaking a few colors can really make a photo come alive, in this case, it made the world of difference to me.

Please forgive my border cut off...im still learning!