September 21, 2017

Day 264

She said her hands were "gnarly." I told her, I begged to differ. I saw hands that had so many stories. They were hands that have held and cared, created, worked, caressed and loved. 

This all made me realize I have photographed quite a few hands, and I think I have discovered what my project next year will be.  To me, hands are a rather intimate storybook of ones lives. We can hide our ages in our faces, but our hands usually do not lie. 

I look forward to how this seed of vision will develop...