My hands are comfortable like this. In this state. It feels normal, natural, the way they are meant to be.
Covered in substances.
I know many people who would wear protective gloves and freak about the remnants of paint, glue, grout on their hands. When I was studying Graphic Design, the ladies in particular were warned about not getting a drop of rubber cement on them incase it rendered them baby-free forever.
I got it on me, I panicked at the time. A bit. I had 3 babies.
I lived to tell the tale.
I will always have working-man-farm hands, but they are busy, doing what they do best. And comfortable, I’m strangely proud of them for being such helpful and precise tools.
Hence today’s shot.