I have had "aged" hands since I was 21, and in my first college ceramics class. I loved that class!! I made pots day and night even when I completed more than enough pottery for the requirements. I had such dried out wrinkled hands that they never really looked my age. It was a great time.
I also like to find an older person who will allow themself to be photographed, to really catch the wisdom that some people grow to express in their faces, or sometimes emotions less pleasant than wisdom. I guess it comes from growing up as a kid in a house between my grandmother's house and my greatgrandmother's house. ONe of them had food (peanut butter and jelly) and the other had ponies. The older people I had the privilege of knowing were so.........contented.
I wish I had realized that then, and talked to them more about their lives..
So, anyway, wrinkled hands, do show -- you have -- reached out.