My reaction to this week’s topic: I laughed! I cried! I went “Ugh!”
Mixed emotions much? Um, yeeeah.
And who can blame me? I was traumatized by school pictures like this:
(I think I was in the fourth or fifth grade there. Honestly? I’ve blocked it out of my mind.)
I tend to prefer playing photographer to be photographed. Not that I’m any good it, mind you. It’s just that when I’m behind the camera, it means I’m not in front of it, wondering if I have spinach stuck between my teeth, or if my bra strap is hanging out, or if the lighting is going to enhance my crow’s-feet and make my butt look big.
But I knew I had to have some sort of pictorial author presence on the web, so gritted my teeth and found some photos of me I don’t hate. Much.
There’s this one—my “What a pleasant surprise–you caught me just as I was walking out this door” photo:
And this one—my “I’m pretending to be kickass enough to really smoke this cigar” photo:
Those are the two of me you see most places I visit on the web. I usually go for the first one if a little decorum seems to be in order (like here, for my Deb picture), and for the second one if I’m just being a smartass (like on my own blog, or commenting on other people’s blogs).
My, don’t I look pensive? And, I dunnoh…pained, somehow, like I’m thinking, just take the damn picture already! (Which, if I recall correctly, is exactly what I was thinking.)
But it’s the picture my baby brother took of me last summer that truly expresses how I feel about being photographed:
Honestly, I’m hard-pressed not to do that every time I see a camera pointed in my direction. And obviously my brother liked it so much he had it framed for me. (Okay, apparently that’s an app on his iPhone. Whatever. It’s the thought that counts, right?)
How about you? Are you comfortable in front of the camera, or would you perhaps rather walk over shards of broken glass barefoot? Or maybe have a root canal without anesthesia?
P.S. Remember–if you hover the cursor over the pictures in my blog posts, you’ll usually find a little additional commentary.
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