Hands have always fascinate me. I am drawn to the detail that hands provide, different skin tones, with pronounced veins seemingly suggesting a hard days work has been done.

I imagine a life’s story in a person’s hands. It is like as window into their past. Was if comfortable? or did they do manual labour? are they now afflicted by crippling arthritis or do they still possess the elixir of life and manage to stay healthy.

For years, I have viewed people’s hands and the information they provide and wandered what they did. I have always been determined to carry out a photographic study of hands and will hope to complete this and add it to the current body of work, I have included in this website.

The hands that appear hear are those of my father-in-law. He loves the sun and given that this last summer was reasonably warm in Ireland, he was always to be found sitting outside.

There must be Spanish blood in him as his skin becomes brown very quickly. I took a series of photos last June, much to his amusement. Couldn’t quite understand my fascination with hands, but was even so very obliging.

The skin tone, along with the lines of age, all add to provide a beautiful photograph, especially placed against the worn pair of jeans.