My “old” bloggy buddy from way back when, Darcy, reminded us that we moms need to get in the picture. As a photographer and as a self-critical woman, I am definitely one of those that does not like to get in the picture. I like my place behind the camera thankyouverymuch. I don’t seem to think about back fat when I’m behind the camera. Or front fat. Or fat. I think about smiles and memories, moments in time and emotions. I do not think about my thighs or my arm loaves or my chins. I think about composition, light, color, depth of field, focal points, shutter speeds and ISOs. I don’t think about how my kids might just not remember what I looked like if I don’t make a point to get in the picture now and then.
This past year my awesome boss (I was so tempted to just type awesomesauce after that just because it rhymed but it would have been all wrong. Gladly, explaining that to you just now enabled me to go ahead and write awesomesauce not once but twice. Sometimes being verbose is such a pleasure. Really.) P.S. I don’t ever say awesomesauce in real life. Where was I? Oh, my awesome boss took our family portraits and also some portraits of me. I think the last time I’d had my pictures professionally taken was at my own wedding. Aside from that, I have actually submitted on occasion to standing on the wrong side of the camera even though it’s not where I feel most comfortable. As Darcy said, it’s not about me. It’s not for me. It’s for them and their kids, etc.
So for posterity… here I am…
I went shopping today with some birthday money and I wanted to show my hubby (who is here…
…at the office for his new job with Food for the Hungry) what I got. That’s my first self-portrait right there in the bottom left corner. Can you tell that I hadn’t showered yet and it was lunchtime?
This is me today. Next to my unmade bed and my kitten licking his crotch. This is really all about keeping it real today.
…and a smattering of me over the past two years.
And that one right there… That one is posted because I read (and loved) this blog tonight and was reminded how much I like it when people keep it real and how I love it when my friend’s don’t have perfect houses or meals or children. It makes me feel just a little less lame. Now that I say that though… it sounds pretty selfish. It makes me feel like we are all just a little bit normal. There. That’s better.