Yesterday I went to see my Grandmother - Hanna Gertrude Holm-Peterson Bedford.
As I was thinking about hands, I decided to take a picture of hers. They used to fascinate me a child. So like mine and yet so different. The twist where they were broken and she reset them herself. I wonder how many hours I've spent holding those hands?
The pic of the day for me was this moss growing on a gravestone. The contrast between its green and the yellow and grey of the litchen is lovely.
I love Lorna's hands. They are capable potter's hands and wanted to show this in the pose (and we drink a lot of coffee together). I wish I could paint these in oils, with lots of warm browns and oranges in deep, thick swirls.
The contrast with my little paw didn't quite work here, but I'm going to try again. Maybe a side-by-side pose?
So...why do my long shot pictures never look as good as my close ups? I don't seem to be able to 'see' the shot so well. Is it becuase of my monocular vision?
And bricks are just lovely don't you think? 
I like the way Adam seems to be popping up out of a burrow. I caught just after he had lobbed a snowball my way!
