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Hands nurture

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Talon like hands can rip and tear to shreds

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As can these

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Some hands take

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Not quite a hand of bananas

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Some hands caress

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Other hands tend

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A hand that displays

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A helping hand and some hands that will soon grip through sheer terror

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hard worked hands at rest

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Now that’s more like a hand of bananas

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Pointing hands

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And finally, Not quite the final hand.
In response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
This is quite a gripping photo essay – pun intended, but still..
I love the talon photo – the shadows make so much more story, maybe the history of the creature still present.
Is that a baby kangaroo in the hand sculpture of the zoo?
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Oops, sorry, the wildlife hospital.
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Thanks Sharon. I agree. Shadows are like clouds – full of stories – you just have to see them.
I think it is a joey (baby kangaroo) but I haven’t seen that many to be sure.
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You have such a diverse and wonderful gallery for hands. 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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Such a beautiful look at hands.
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Thanks Charli.
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Impressive and fun, Irene. That’s you right on the photo of a paraglider/parachute? Intrepid!
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The paraglider I found terrifying Paula.
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