So I turned 50 yesterday, and wanted to do a birthday portrait. I hated almost everything I shot yesterday, which happens sometimes.
Today I shifted gears entirely, and went for something else. I thought I’d try The Pose. I’m not sure what it is about this shot, but I’m not really grooving to it, either. I probably won’t even add it to my Self-Portraits gallery. But y’know, birthday portrait in my birthday suit. They can’t all be the best shot I’ve ever taken, I guess. I’ll take another crack at The Pose at some point in the future, I’m sure.
I actually kind of like this one from yesterday better, or at least it’s growing on me:
If you look very, very carefully, you might just be able to make out that I’m wearing one in the portrait, just above the tattoo on my chest.
And later in the day, her husband brought me some JWB:
I love that stuff. I invited him to share a taste with me last night, and he took his first sip of Scotch with me. He’s not a fan.