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.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life...
Welcome to my blog! I'm so glad you're here! If it's your first time visiting, enjoy your time here and please come by again. I'm always up to new things and would love to share them with you. I believe myself to be a very positive thinker, taking pleasure in the small things in life. It's true...life is sweet. You just have to look what is in front of your face and cherish it.
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