No, not that Pop. Just pop, the expression. To make up for the previous day’s lack of real photo, and really, just because I was trying out some new lighting and processing techniques, here’s a decent self-portrait I like.
It’s very serious-looking, but I was focused on the shot more than my visage, and as sometimes happens, forgot that I have Resting Sad Face Syndrome ™.
I feel like I’m out of gas, even now that I’m back in DC and have taken a whole day to rest and fuck off. l need to get my ass in gear though, Woodhull is coming up in a little more than a week. Of course, the rain here isn’t helping, exacerbating my spinal issues. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. (It’s Saturday the 21st as I write this, and it’s been raining all day.) I’m doing my best to get all the backlogged daily images posted for the 365 project, but honestly I just want to crawl into bed and curl up with a movie for the rest of the day.
Anyway, here’s one where I at least had a hint of a smile.