Today's post is called hands. It's dedicated to the hands I love.
When I was little I used to spend most of the time literary in the hands of my grandparents. And I learned a big deal from those hands. My grandpa's hands are strong and tireless. He's the most hard-working and determined person I know. And my grandmother's hands are just precious. They are tender and caring, and the food she cooks with them is too good to describe.
Nikon D700, 50mm.