So, here's a tip with the 35mm lens: don't shoot up or down anyone's nose. Not that I have the smallest of noses on good nose days, but this photo doesn't exactly minimize the schnozz . . .
I admit, I'm a bit leery of self-portraits. It's often said that photographers choose to hold the camera rather than be in front of it, and while I wouldn't say that's a large part of why I take pictures for a living, I certainly don't mind. I don't mind not being in the family photo, I don't mind coming home from vacation with 100 pictures of Evan and 10 pictures of me.
But of course that's not fair. And it leaves me with a bit of a hole in my personal history. Most photos I have of myself are from moments when Evan grabbed the camera and turned it on me. (Don't tell him, but usually they're blurry . . . don't worry, he doesn't read the text on my blog, he only looks at the pictures. Hi Evan!) So I've been thinking recently about self portraits. And in a rare moment of whimsy last week I grabbed the camera with the 35mm on it, held it out in front of me and took a shot.
This is what showed up. I think I like it. I won't promise, but I'll say you might see more self portraits coming on the blog soon . . . .