52.3 ...Baby, it's cold outside
The original concept went completely awry. It hasn't snowed significantly here yet this winter and I'm itchin' for somma the white stuff. Not huge,deadly storms like other parts of the country have been having, but a nice gentle foot or so of alabaster colored lovely. The idea was I would take a couple of my favorite snowglobes outside and take a shot of myself doing some sort of an artsy snow incantation.
Only problem was.... it was 10 degrees out that day, and even with the fingerless gloves, I wasn't going to be able to set up a good shot without freezing my hands. So instead, I took some quick shots while I was already bundled to go out on errands. A few of the shots were acceptable, if not near as adventurous as planned.
This one ended up the chosen one simply because my sweetheart Matt liked it best.
At least it gets out of the way the trauma of my having to confront a photo that highlights the huge gap in my front teeth. The monstrous hips, thighs the size of the state of Wyoming, the dopey glasses, the bat-wing arms and increasingly middle-aged face... I can handle all those. That gap really bothers me.
As usual, the "salon de refuse" can be viewed in the 52 weeks set.
52.3 ...Baby, it's cold outside
The original concept went completely awry. It hasn't snowed significantly here yet this winter and I'm itchin' for somma the white stuff. Not huge,deadly storms like other parts of the country have been having, but a nice gentle foot or so of alabaster colored lovely. The idea was I would take a couple of my favorite snowglobes outside and take a shot of myself doing some sort of an artsy snow incantation.
Only problem was.... it was 10 degrees out that day, and even with the fingerless gloves, I wasn't going to be able to set up a good shot without freezing my hands. So instead, I took some quick shots while I was already bundled to go out on errands. A few of the shots were acceptable, if not near as adventurous as planned.
This one ended up the chosen one simply because my sweetheart Matt liked it best.
At least it gets out of the way the trauma of my having to confront a photo that highlights the huge gap in my front teeth. The monstrous hips, thighs the size of the state of Wyoming, the dopey glasses, the bat-wing arms and increasingly middle-aged face... I can handle all those. That gap really bothers me.
As usual, the "salon de refuse" can be viewed in the 52 weeks set.