These are my hands

"'Oh, my hands look so old, with spots, I thought, that’s a beautiful landscape.’ It’s another aspect of being a filmmaker: my own age, my own life, becomes a landscape."

-Agnès Varda 

I am fascinated by my hands as she is with hers.

What do I see here? The knotty knuckles, the rarely removed wedding ring, the freckles and spots, the raised veins, the burn scar.

I also notice that the right had seems swollen. The pain that I was feeling in my hands was one reason I was thinking about my hands. For the last couple of days, I had over-used them, knitting and grasping my hiking stick.

And I muse about MoM's hands which I did not inherit with their slender fingers and wrists. Delicate is the word I'd use for hers, but not mine.

Forgive this "photo". I took two shots with my phone and pieced them together, so the shadows are from different sides. I tried to size the two hands so that they came out the same height. Now forgive my apology.