I rarely like the way I look. Its not just because I am older, I never really was satisfied with the way I look. My wife always tells me how handsome I am and some of her friends have actually called me a babe. Meh, Robert Redford is a babe, me not so much.
So usually when I do a self portrait, you can’t see my face. So this new one taken in Las Vegas is no exception.
If you know me you know that like most people I am kinda shy about being photographed. When I was in my 20’s or 30’s I didn’t mind it so much. It was before surgeries and hair growing out of unusual places. I am still kind of fit and flexible for my age but don’t like the camera on me much. So selfies are not my thing. I don’t mind the occasional selfie but tend to think I am just screwing up the view of what I want to share. I don’t mind the vanity of others and kind of find it amusing.
So here is a selfie of me in The Indiana Cafe in Paris at Guerre Montparnasse in 2011. It is actually a refection off of a table, I am the foreground blob, you can see the waitress talking to my wife and a man standing up to my left. This is my kind of self portrait. I have posted some others below.
I have yet to get a good picture of an osprey in flight. They are less predictable and faster than pelicans and frequently confused with bald eagles. This one is perched along a lake in The Florida Botanical Gardens in Largo Florida.
Hucksters come in all different shapes and sizes on the Mayan Riviera. Most are men calling out ” Hey take a look?” “Almost Free”. Resturants take a lower key approach and with menus in hand attempt to lead you in to their establishment. This young lady was not at all abrasive and the food was pretty good with a nice sunset view.
I have been occasionally taking self portraits since I first started photography in the 1960’s. This year the term “selfie” became a word according to The Webster Dictionary. I can’t think of a better word to describe our inward looking, self indulgent, jerk off culture of the modern times in which we live.
I feel kind of sorry for those who feel the need to document their lives by pointing a phone camera at their faces in front of a famous place or building. If nothing else ask another person with a camera to take your picture where your face isn’t terribly distorted by your cheap camera phone lens and you can actually see the beauty of your location. I am happy to do this and am asked frequently to take a souvenir picture for someone when I travel.
This my latest self portrait with my wife at Clearwater Beach.
Earlier this week I posted a portrait My Favorite Model, who just happens to be my wife of 42 years so I have taken a lot of pictures of her in the different stages of her life. Here are a couple of snapshots from the old days. She still has the ability to look through the lens rather than at the lens so at some point I will have to do a retrospective of her look through five decades.These images are not for sale.
I have published a number of images of fashion models that I worked for back in the day however have never posted any images of my favorite model. My wife, now of 42 years was always my best model. She had the ability to look through the lens rather than at the lens. Most good models have this skill but most of them are professionals and she was not but she did have the skill and appearance to pursue that career had she wanted to. In any case, this is a portrait I took of her in 1977 and it is still one of my favorites. This image is not for sale.