Rough. Callused. Cracked. Wounded.
My husband abuses his hands every day at work. He builds cabinets (among other things), and the combination of wood and tools toughen his skin – he has real working-man hands. What better than to juxtapose his hands with the soft, tender hands of his daughter? In this picture, David is reading a storybook to A while she sits in his lap, hands perched on top of his. I actually took this picture a few days before the assignment was given, just because they were both so cute. Luckily, it was before he really split open his index finger knuckle!
I also took pictures of Molly’s “hands.” She has cute little white-gloved hands/feet. I figured I hadn’t really included her throughout the joy of LOVE assignments, and I felt bad because I do love her. Mostly. When she’s not chewing on her tail.