Fifty years should be celebrated. I have outlasted Nixon, the Edsel, the Cold War, and insanity. Okay maybe not so much the insanity. I now will call it, second childhood.

Yeah this is me.  A rare picture taken with my permission, which has not happened with the exception of a brief sojourn in CA last year, in many years.  I am not a mirror or photo person.  I did love the print in the background, a pic taken by a friend at a medieval festival. 

It is just me but I have never liked my picture taken.  Maybe it is a throwback to ancient Native American feelings about the spirit and pictures.  Maybe it is about my not being particularly photogenic.  I seem to be the only one in my family so endowed.  My sister looks much better in a photo and my brother Neal, well if you visit blistur.com, you can judge for yourself, but he is pretty cool in photos, too.

I have a friend in CA that photographs well.  When I get really depressed I go to his sites and just look at what a timid personality can miss.  He is really very attractive, but we don't say that, lest he become a Hollywood type person which would spoil his inventive and convoluted personality.  I do like his various pics though.  I remind myself of me in some of them.  Particularly those with characters from his shows.  Swamp thing is a particular favorite

I have family and friends who have millions (okay thousands but after 100 what difference does it make?) of pictures of every member of the family and every friend, event, or day of their lives.  I am not one of those.  I take horrible pictures.  For others to look at, that is.  I take pics through car windows and such and the purpose is to remember a moment or feeling, not to make a personal statement.  I admire those that can.  I love the pics by the previously mentioned friend.  But I don't seem able to take those types.  I can't figure out half the time how to go from video to pictures.  Step one, learn the icons...

Once I allowed pictures of myself with only sea grass as cover. If you have ever seen sea grass you know that is virtually a wish and prayer.  I still have them.  It is a reminder that for a few moments in time, I was brave, someone else thought I was beautiful, and okay it wasn't too cold outside at the beach.   I look at those pics today and wonder what happened to that person.  I wonder that alot these days.  Pictures tell too much, even if it is not in the photograph itself.

Posted by: ginnygk at 18:38 | link | comments (5)

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#1  27 August 2006 - 08:03

 

Without spouting the cliches about inner beauty shining through which I am sure you know, is it a problem of taking the picture. Many great photos of even "photogenic" stars only happen when the photographer they are working with has taken so many shots that they forget they are there. Maybe you need to find a friend who you trust and have a real session and you can discard those you dont like afterwards. It is great to see you - even if I did need a magnifying glass! It is great when we can put a face to any of our cyber friends - so thanks
Frewin

Frewin

#2  28 August 2006 - 13:16

 

Trust me, it is better to see me small. Less lines, width, frizz. But thanks. And no, it is just an aversion to having my face in print. I feel kinda creepy when someone is taking my pics.

ginnygk

#3  01 September 2006 - 01:29

 

I think you and I have some of the same hangups - well one, anyway. I have almost never liked pictures of me. I did, however, post one from around 1965 on my blog a week or so ago - but I've changed a lot. There is another pic that's about 2-3 years old in my mediablog. Even it looks a lot better than I do now. expect.

mafidl

#4  01 September 2006 - 01:32

 

Oops - I was wrong - the other picture was my avatar until I decided to make my 15 year old cat Voodoo's pic the avatar. I may put the other one back on sometime.

mafidl

#5  01 September 2006 - 14:00

 

Yeah, well, all THREE of you are a heckuva lot braver than I am. In most photos, I'm glaring at the person who DARED to aim the camera at me.

InMyLife

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