Mike and the Blister

Part of my ongoing series of introspective self portraits, "Wounds I have had." This edition, one of the deepest blisters I've ever gotten, almost a week healed. I was up on a roof, racing a thunderstorm, rolling out a five gallon bucket of roof paint and sealer. I was rolling it out with an extension pole in 95 degree heat and almost pure humidity. I finished in two hours and beat the storm with enough time for it to set up. It went all the way down to the meat, right where the finger meets the palm.

Done