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17 january 2001 |
agent scully? Like yesterday's doodle, today's is inspired by a friendly how-do from one of you Denizens. Steve dropped me a line to say hi (Hi!), and to puzzle over the little photos I post here from time to time. Specifically, he is curious as to why all of my self-portraits are obscured in some way or another, either by the camera or by a clever turning-of-head. From what he can gather, I somewhat resemble Agent Scully. Gadzooks. Am I hideous? A pictoral Quasimodo in my virtual tower? Geez, hope not. Do I have warts? Warts, no. Freckles, yes. Shy? Paranoid? Buck-toothed? No, no, and no. And yet, Steve has caused me to puzzle on this one with him. When I think of it, I can't say I have a lot of personal photos laying around here. Not because I necessarily avoid photo ops, but just because there are other people I'd rather admire. Like Wilma; there's a couple hundred shots of her between work and here. There's also some photos of Mom, Dad and Kelli, Gramma and Grampa, lots of friends, and Wonder Woman. Yep, my walls are chock-full of everyone...but me. Hm. This wasn't always the case. To look at childhood photos of me, you'd think I'd just ooh-oohed my way out of the primate pen at your local zoo. I was all ham and grin. There was nothing subtle about the way I propelled my way into activities, or the family photos that were taken during said events. I was in the center, grinning so widely that you'd think someone had clipped my ears to the back of my neck. Shameless, I was. At least Mom never had to deal with clingy-kid nonsense. I was ALWAYS ready for my close-up, Mr. DeVille. Say, "cheese"? Just say when! And then I got a little older. Older still. I don't know quite when it was, but life gradually became more fun to look at than to look for . I stopped looking so hard into the camera lens because it became more fun to look through the viewfinder and focus. Sometimes, I now find more joy in letting people look at life through my eyes than into them. We all see more stuff that way. We don't miss as many good moments. That makes me grin. |