52 Weeks of Me

Tiffani at Child's Play has started a 52 weeks of self-portraits theme on her blog and on Flickr (where she's calling it 52 Weeks of BAM!), and I'm joining in. Why? Simple. Because as comfortable as I am on the business side of the camera, I absolutely panic when the lens is facing me. I hate pictures with me in them: that's the simplest truth on the subject. And I don't like that I hate them; I don't want to love my own image, but getting comfortable with it? That would be a big step in the right direction. Why can't I get to the point where I see a picture of myself and say "oh, cool: no lettuce stuck in my teeth. we'll keep it."? I don't think that's too much to ask, especially one as old and wise as I will be in six. short. days.

So here goes. 52 weeks from now y'all will be so tired of seeing my ugly mug, you won't know what to do with yourselves!