So this past Wednesday was my birthday. Yup, the big 2-3. I stopped receiving or expecting birthday parties and stacks of fancily wrapped gifts around 12 years of age, so even though I love birthdays and having them, they usually end up being a little… meh.
BUT THIS YEAR ROCKED.
My co-workers got me a huge cake with a picture of Ric Flair on it, which I hated/loved. I had a watermelon margarita. My kitties got me a birthday card. Bestest of all… possibly the best birthday present I’ve ever received… Eric got me a brand new Nikon. I stared at it wordlessly for a solid 7 seconds upon unwrapping it. I passionately love photography, and I’ve never owned such an amazing piece of equipment. I mean, I know it’s not a $1,000, top-of-the-top-of-the-line, 1400 megapixel photobot, but it’s better than anything I ever expected to own. It creates beautiful pieces of art.
So naturally I’m itching to take pictures of any- and everything, buttt I’m home alone tonight with the kitties. Granted, pets can make some of the best photos, but they were mostly just napping. So, alright, I admit, I snapped a few of myself.
I’ve always really loved the concept of self-portraiture; the good stuff, I mean, none of that Myspace-angles cell phone profile pic snapping. There’s this one self-portrait I vividly remember of a lady who had always struggled with eating issues staring wild-eyed at the camera, one hand stuffing food into her mouth and the other hand picking at crumbs on a plate in front of her. Very poignant. I also scrolled through the entire Flickr photostream of a lady with serious self image issues who took a photo of herself every day for a whole year. It was beyond words (her Flickr name is Sungazing, in case you would like to take a look).
I, however, am not very photogenic. Too shiny in the face. Awkward. But I decided to just go for it and see what I could come up with. Here are some results:
Please excuse my hairy arm.
Is that a stain on the carpet?
Ok, so not amazing, but not too bad for a first attempt? Right? GUYS??
But I got to thinking, those pictures don’t really tell the viewer anything about the subject.
Yes, this was taken in my bathroom.
Eric is familiar with this expression.
Oh alright, so I took some kitty pictures too.
She knows what this is about