OK, I know I said I would never do this (sorry Husband if you're reading but since my photo has already been out there in Red Magazine, I think not taking part in Tara's Gallery this week would be rather like locking the stable door after the horse has bolted...), but here I am. This is me, this morning.
I experimented with a few ways to take a self portrait without actually showing my face; I began with a blurred reflection in a window, and moved on to a shadow silhouette, but both of those seemed to give too many opportunities for people to draw their own conclusions about how I might view myself as both an expat and a trailing spouse. And since, by and large, that is not at all representative of my self-image, I decided to go instead for an image partially obscured by the flash.
Everything has a subtext of course, and now I come to think of it, this photo could also be said to have one; behind the bright light of the life I'm currently experiencing, it's just the same old me, in need of a haircut and wearing a blue t-shirt, a watch, and a smile.
Or, you could forget all that subtext crap and just see me, with a camera.
Whatever.
(Oh, and my light tan? All from the Moscow sunshine. Who would have thought it?)
