So, someone asked me recently why I don’t take a lot of (read: any) photos of myself. The world is just so interesting, you guys, and I already know what I look like. Sure, when my kids look back at photos from their youth they’ll think they were raised by a floating camera, but I’m okay with that. The way I figure it, I’m in the photo by virtue of authorship. It’s easy enough to see me when you see the things I like to see. Anyway, you’ve already seen me when I met the Queen, what more do you want?
Well, but … Sarah over at The Salad Days is running a fun self-portrait thingy. (Yes, that is the technical term.) And I happen to have just taken a self-portrait I sort of like. So, I’m giving it a go. You can join in, too, whether you have a blog or not — just follow her directions. (I think she’s one of those organized people, who figure things out and know what they are doing and stuff.)
Me and my camera — the author of all the photos you see on this blog — a basic older-model Canon PowerShot Digital ELPH. Hot pink, of course. We’re in the Cirencester Parish Church of St John Baptist, looking up at a chandelier looking down at us.
So, what are you looking at today? And who is looking at you?