These are some of the most wonderful photos. The wizened faces which bear the lines of much work and laughter are beyond beautiful. The women’s hands, knotty and gnarled with blunted finger tips, show years of hard labor but also have an elegance and tenderness to them. They have diapered little ones, soothed a hurt, made meals, sewed clothing, fed livestock, weeded gardens. They are rough like sand paper. Yet can pick up a fine needle.
My life does not know work like that. My face will not have this beautiful elegance when I am old. My hands will be soft and uncalloused.
This makes me sad.