Tag: hands
Not another mere puppet in the hands of destiny
Not another mere puppet in the hands of destiny
Image by Happily N’ever After
Yes, some people deny to be a puppet in the hands of destiny. Some of them still believe in putting up great effort to protect those they care for.
It feels so suffocating… no room for you to breathe, right? The feeling you have towards them, is nothing less than, pure abhorrence. Well, you know what? I guess, they can’t help it. Having in mind that, they’ve got to protect a million things, is not who they choose to be, but that’s who they are.
Ohh no! wait. There must be a way out of this tangled web. Just prove yourself unworthy of fighting for. Trust me, these protective lions will stop, for good. The only reason, they fight any battle is that, they think it’s worth dying for. Otherwise, why would you give a damn?
glory hands
glory hands
Image by Carlito Juanito
Hands of Glory
"A device which superstitous burglars considered an essential part of their kit until the early 19th Century. The hand was that of a gibbeted criminal; after the blood was squeezed out, the hand was embalmed for two weeks in a solution of saltpetre, salt and pepper, before being dried in the sun. A candle was made from a number of curious ingredients such as a hanged man’s fat, wax and a substance called Lapland sesame. The resulting confection was thrust between the dead fingers, and lit when the burglar broke into a house. The hand was supposed to open locks, render the thief invisible, and send the household into a drugged sleep, particularly when the burglar recited:
Let those that rest
more deeply sleep;
Let those awake
their vigils keep;
Oh, hand of Glory,
shed thy light;
Direct us to our spoil tonight.
It was believed that the candle’s spell could only be broken by putting out it’s flames with blood or skimmed milk; then the household would awake."
These suckers will be available to buy for relatively few sheckles at the upcoming Supercollider exhibition.
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in his hands
in his hands
Image by Norma Desmond
The mould of a man’s fortune is in his own hands.
Francis Bacon
Before exiting President Obama shakes hands with members of the audience
Before exiting President Obama shakes hands with members of the audience
Image by scadwell
Acoustic Hands
Acoustic Hands
Image by redwood 1
Taken for "Active Assignment Weekly:: Hands"
WIT: To create this shot we turned all the lights off apart from a small halogen spotlight (that was being used to illuminate a houseplant!). We then cut a narrow slot in a piece of thin board, and then shone the spotlight through the slot in the board to create the low-key lighting effect. Then it was a case of using a tripod and cranking up the ISO to deal with the low-light.
This was a team effort – my wife held the guitar, I took the shot, and my mother (who’s visiting) held up the slotted board!
Post processed RAW using iPhoto on the Mac and then saved as as JPEG.
Soldiers training in Virginia Guard’s motor transport operator course receive hands on C-17 loadmaster familiarization
Soldiers training in Virginia Guard’s motor transport operator course receive hands on C-17 loadmaster familiarization
Image by Virginia Guard Public Affairs
Soldiers attending 88M motor transport operator training conducted by the Virginia National Guard’s Blackstone-based 183rd Regiment, Regional Training Institute receive hands on training in loadmaster operations on a C-17 Globemaster III transport aircraft April 20 at Blackstone Army Airfield. Air crews from the Air Force Reserve’s 701st Airlift Squadron are training on short field landing operations at the Blackstone Airfield for the next 90 days while their primary training airfield near Charleston, S.C. undergoes repairs, and the opportunity training was coordinated during a break in the take off and landing training. Soldiers had the opportunity to practice driving on the aircraft and gained familiarization with the equipment and techniques for securing vehicles in the cargo area of the aircraft. (Photo by Cotton Puryear, Virginia Department of Military Affairs)
Soldiers training in Virginia Guard’s motor transport operator course receive hands on C-17 loadmaster familiarization
Soldiers training in Virginia Guard’s motor transport operator course receive hands on C-17 loadmaster familiarization
Image by Virginia Guard Public Affairs
Soldiers attending 88M motor transport operator training conducted by the Virginia National Guard’s Blackstone-based 183rd Regiment, Regional Training Institute receive hands on training in loadmaster operations on a C-17 Globemaster III transport aircraft April 20 at Blackstone Army Airfield. Air crews from the Air Force Reserve’s 701st Airlift Squadron are training on short field landing operations at the Blackstone Airfield for the next 90 days while their primary training airfield near Charleston, S.C. undergoes repairs, and the opportunity training was coordinated during a break in the take off and landing training. Soldiers had the opportunity to practice driving on the aircraft and gained familiarization with the equipment and techniques for securing vehicles in the cargo area of the aircraft. (Photo by Cotton Puryear, Virginia Department of Military Affairs)
Hands.
Hands.
Image by meg_williams
There is a sculpture on the seafront at Fleetwood called ‘The Homecoming’, where a mother, baby, boy, girl and dog wait for the father/husband to return from fishing in his trawler, it is in memory of all the fisherman who have died at sea so that we may have fish to eat, brave men. This is my younger daughter’s hand against that of the girl in the sculpture.
Hands Across the World
Hands Across the World
Image by Building Unity 1000 Families
This photo was taken by Aneta Barnas of Presentation National School in Millstreet Co. Cork
Something to do with my hands
Something to do with my hands
Image by xscream_belovedx
You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You’ve got your mother’s cheekbones and your father’s crooked smile
Forget all those places that you’ve never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me
Like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry
Or a fucking fit of honesty
I’ll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist
And my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
So my girlfriend has no clue
Of how much I’ve been touching you