Baby Reed's dad has working-man hands. They reminded me a lot of my dad's. Rough as sandpaper, with little scars here and there showing hard work and dedication. I’ll never forget those hands. I saw in his hands an ideal, they represented a hard-working man who labored to support his family. While working on the Reinhart's pictures I debated on whether or not I should photoshop the scars and nicks. Hands tell a lot about somebody. Where they've been. Who they are. I decided to keep them.
Just as I felt about my dad, I'm sure Reed will one day feel about his. I'm pretty darn proud.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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