The interior perimeter of the Oxford Museum of Natural History is guarded by the stone effigies of various “men of Science”, from Aristotle to Darwin. These pedestaled figures serve as charming company to the casual wanderer, and there is nothing I like so much about them as their hands – folded, gesticulating, or holding the tools of their art or the objects by which they are recognized (Newton, for instance, bears an apple in his palm). A brief tour:
We have a special fondness for hands…
There’s something particularly wonderful about them – the fine lines, their capacity for expression, and the way they put us in contact with the world.
I’m so glad I finally discovered your blog! I didn’t even realize you had one.. I’m in love!
Thank you so much, my darling! It’s a good excuse to take photographs everywhere I go, and to ramble on about places I’m in love with.