So I asked if I could take a picture of their hands, she with two hands in the large paper bag and he with one, separating marigold seeds from dried flowers on MLK Day of Service at Wheat Street Garden in Atlanta. The woman said yes. Although I had intended my question for both of them, the man who is blind slowly removed his hand at that point. Something felt weird to me, miscommunicated. I took this picture of her hands. I love pictures of hands at work, of "hands being hands." I take so many of them. In fact, here is a collage of some of the hands from my 2012journey. One day I'll pull them all together. I have seven years worth of them.
Anyway, so I then askedthe man who is blind, "May I take a picture of your hands, too?" And he didn't say a word. He just smiled broadly and replaced his hand, and I noticed that that hand almost instinctively starting doing again what it had been doing. Separating seeds from flowers. Helping.