Thursday, October 31, 2013

Happy Halloween, and (warning) BOO!

I identify a little too closely with Calvin, yet at the same time, also with Calvin's parents.

Photographs + me don't mesh. 

It would not be an exaggeration to say I hate getting my picture taken. As soon as I see a camera pointed in my direction, I instinctively turn around, put my hand up in front of the lens, or pull a ridiculous face.

To catch me, I can't know you're there... and as my camera-addicted mother & sister would tell you, most of the pictures of me are when I'm eating, drinking, or am in the middle of speaking (I am an expressive talker...), so I tend to look like I am either having a seizure, or am horrendously drunk. Or both. Yeah, definitely both.

As you can imagine, many years of this kind of photographic evidence has done nothing to decrease my aversion to cameras...

SO, a couple weeks ago, I took about 15 self-portraits on my phone, mainly because I was in a super good mood due to the grey, overcast skies and the ankle-deep deposits of crispy maple leaves... 

...and they all sucked.


Either I'm not smiling at all, or have that horribly-contrived-rictus-grin that causes viewers to shudder involuntarily and squeeze their eyes shut on the mistaken belief that it will somehow scrub the memory from their eyeballs/brains.

So, you get this temporary (and possibly more terrifying than any Halloween ghostie or beastie) picture, from when I was frustrated and decided that one last shot would happen before I gave up:


And yes, I am aware I look about 15 years old in this picture... cut me a break, I'm in my running clothes and it was a 100% spontaneous decision to take this. Snapping a self-pic with your phone is difficult enough, but I was also trying to hang onto Eva's leash (who was beazelling around at full speed/strength after herds of squirrels who were taking turns taunting her).

I fully attest that Jericho Beach has been invaded by evil squirrels.

Believe me when I tell you this was the best in the lot... the *second-best* now sits in its temporary residence (with classic-stiffly-no-smile-strained-expression, or, as I like to call it, what-you-get-when-you-ask-me-to-smile-for-a-camera) on my new 'About' page.

Yes, I will attempt to get a better photo at some point.

Yes, I know this was promised months ago...

...and yes, I did give you a warning in the post's title. Feel free to wash your eyes out and call an optician.


  1. I love your hat!!! And I'm not a big fan of getting my picture taken, either. I like being behind the camera a lot more!

    1. Are you kidding me? Your photo is EXCELLENT!

      Haha, thanks, I love the hat too, even if it does make me look 15.

  2. Don't take this the wrong way - I like this pic of you --it shows your silly fun creative self

    1. Ha, I like this picture better than the one currently on my 'About' page... but I figure it's too goofy to keep there.

      Me? Take something the wrong way? You know if I was confused, I'd just ask my favourite question of all ..."WHY?"...


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