let me borrow your hands, i told him, i have this egg, a dove's egg, i think, and i need your hands, they are black and you are male and well, i think that will be perfect and i need you to cradle this, so he stubbed out his cigarette, and let me push him into the shade and said almost nothing. but he cradled the egg, looked at me like i was crazy, and let me take a few pictures, because that's what neighbors do.
caught.
byron and the lost dove egg.
april 22, 2012.
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The egg is kind of an afterthought, but oh my, look at those hands!
ReplyDeletei know! you should use his hands in a photo.
DeleteNow that's a good neighbor--with a good set of hands--and a good heart. (And you have good eyes.)
ReplyDeletei just wannna know how he gets his nails so strong! :)
DeleteNow, that's what I call trust.
ReplyDeleteyes. in all sorts of ways. it made me smile. (and i'll make sure he gets a print.)
DeleteMuch mystery there. Love the contrast and repetition in shape with the egg and nails.
ReplyDeleteawesome contrast
ReplyDeletewhile only taking in the picture before reading the words, i imagined the hands black or at least tanned even be it black and white in color...but never would have imagined them to be male. yes, the long nails. actually beautiful nails.
ReplyDeleteyour photographic talents in excellent insight. strong hands, and a fragile egg.
very nice!
in fondest, tilda
now this, in quite the perfect reversal, is a photograph that is a poem all in itself.
ReplyDeletexoxo
breathtaking~
ReplyDeletecrazy is just another form of reverence...
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