Friday, May 20, 2005

Self-Portriat as an Insomniac, 4:45 AM, no sleep

Self Portrait of an insomniac at 4:45 AM with no sleep. (Eeyore, in the bathroom mirror at ISO 800) [Eeyore is my Canon EOS 10D) Posted by Hello

Self portrait with Keith at Green Lakes, 11/20/03 Posted by Hello

Self portrait at pond, 11/18/03 Posted by Hello

Self portrait with headlamp and telephone, talking to Keith, 12/1/2003 Posted by Hello

Self portrait with hair and flowers, 3/31/04 Posted by Hello

Friday, May 06, 2005

A Self Portrait for Mother's Day, taken today, May 6, 2004 to give my mother on May 8. Our front yard in early morning light! Posted by Hello

Thursday, May 05, 2005

New policy

It has just occurred to me that when someone goes back to view older posts using the links in the sidebar, they cannot see the picture and text TOGETHER, the way I intend them. I don't have time to fix that now, but from now on, I will try to post the comments and pictures they go with together. Maybe someday, if I'm bored, ha ha (that's almost likely to happen!), I will go back and combine the comments and pictures. I'm sure you are waiting with bated breath for this improvement, right? Right, black hole? Yes, you!

Self Portrait in Rear-View Mirror at Belle Isle

I edited the picture slightly. This is what I did: I cranked up the saturation slightly and added a warming filter at a low percentage. I also darkened the irises of my eyes because they didn't show up. I was going to delete the original, but decided to leave them both.

Of the recent posts, I like the Mayday portrait best. I like looking happier and younger. Do I have to be honest and show the real me? Who IS the real me? Is it this aging person or the younger one inside, younger, or ageless? People recognize me (or don't) by my face. Is my face who I am? Is it more that a graphic element to play with on photoshop? How much does the image of my face correlate with the me inside? How much does the inherited elements of the face affect who am I inside and how much does who I am affect my face?

In the background of these rearview mirror shots, spicebush in flower is visible as little yellow dots. The blue at the top is the tinted glass of the windsheild which I rarely even notice.

This picture was taken at Belle Isle on May 2. If you would like to read my journal from that outing, click here. To see other photos from that day, click here, here, and here. To read the day's serial story entry, click here.

Self Portrait in Rear-View Mirror at Belle Isle Posted by Hello

Self Portrait with Olli at Belle Isle in Rear View Mirror. I have poison ivy on my eyelids. Too much crawling around in the bushes. I also have a fear that younger people looking at my face will think that because I am "old," I have nothing to say to them. Tell me I'm wrong! I think all humans have something to say to each other. We can care, dialogue and learn from each other no matter what age we are. Posted by Hello

Monday, May 02, 2005


A photographer doesn't always have cooperative subjects nearby, so I often use myself as a model. On the one hand, this seems a little conceited. On the other hand, it is very practical, as I am more cooperative and handy that other people. I don't have to get signed releases from anyone. I also have the enjoyment of continuously redefining who I am. Fun! :-)

Self-portrait with rue anemone and robins eggs, May 1, 2005. Posted by Hello

Who I am on May Day

The self portrait of me on May Day was taken (by me) at the trash heap behind a rural cemetery in Michigan. I had been out walking, talking pictures of wildflowers, and avoiding places where I felt unwelcome. You can read about my adventures on May Day at The Invisible Trail. The pictures for this portrait were taken with an Olympus point and shoot digital camera (Olly). [Camera model C7000Z, focal length 7.9 mm, 1/250 @f/4 ISO 80.] The blue flower in my hair was scavenged from the trash heap and made of cloth--the rue anemones were real. The pictures were combined to make a postcard for my mother who is in a nursing home. View my mother on a nature hike at the same link above. Postcards for my mother are a meaningful excuse for making self-portraits.