I just can’t seem to. Self portraits, that is. I just thought that phase in my life was over. It’s not so much that I love them, but more because no one in my family is available or willing to be in a photo before late in the evening. They can be difficult. Yesterday one of my children listed helping me with a 365 picture as one of the sacrifices they make for me out of kindness. Gee, thanks. It isn’t like I make anyone pose for 30 minutes. We’re talking 2 minutes, tops.
If it’s going to have a human in it, it’s probably going to be me. Sorry, world. I could always do more street photography, which I love. As long as it’s not my street or there’d be a lot of this. Actually, I wish we had that. It’s really more like this, minus the pretty surroundings.
So, here I am, contemplating the future of my garden, in all of my messy-haired glory as I take “the picture” before the kids get home from school. It was a perfect, breezy, 68 degrees.