I remember taking this photo several years ago in General Belgrano, Argentina. The streets of the tourist town were busy, crowded with shoppers and lunch-goers on one of the last days of the summer holidays. This elderly couple sat quietly–serenely, really–on a bench on the sidewalk and watched the people hurrying past them. It was hard to tell if they were waiting for someone, resting, or just sitting there and enjoying the parade.
Their hands told me a lot–of years of experience and hard work, but also of care and cleanliness and dignity. What their hands held bespoke their age, weakened eyesight and failing strength. Yet to me they looked like the hands of contented people–a couple contented to be where they were, doing what they were doing and, especially, contented to be together.