I hate photos of myself. It’s not that I’m pathologically vain, I’m just wired to pretty much sit in the corner of the buffet party of life and watch the other more interesting / prettier / younger / smarter / better dressed / well read do their thing. I’m a moderately amenable loner. I’m happy in silence and I don’t feel the need to cram it full of crap just for the sake of it. I’m embracing mental minimalism.
That said, I like to think I’m not a bad sort of chappie. I can hold a conversation and I’m genuinely interested in what’s going on with you.
But me? Well, not so keen.
So why on earth I decided to sign up for the 52 Week Project is totally beyond me. A small amount of analysis has led me to these possibilities :
a) Phrogmom led me astray with her lovely photos
b) Maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally be able to take that in-focus, bright light, no hiding behind Photoshop self portrait that I’ve always wanted.
c) I really need to get more use out of my beautiful camera, even though actually leaving the house isn’t always an option.
d) I’m a masochist with Signing-Up-For-Stuff tendencies.
Anyhoo, this is this week’s photograph.
Right here, right now, this is how my not too friendly friend Borderline is making me feel.
However, being Borderline means that could all change in an hour. Fingers crossed. It’s too dark, too vague, and almost entirely unfocussed, which ironically is exactly how I feel.