This Is Me

This afternoon, while Little R. napped, I rearranged the furniture in our living room to create a mini-self portrait studio. On the back of one of my grandmother's teak arm chairs I balanced a buckwheat heat pad (made by my stepmom, the woman who taught me pretty much everything I know at the sewing machine, and who, herself, knows only too well the relief warmth brings to stiff, achy, sewing hands). On the buckwheat heat pad I balanced the camera, (yes, still on loan from my sister), set to self-timer. I aimed the lens at the brick fireplace surround, depressed the shutter release half way to engage the auto focus and then went the distance - pushing the button down full stop, grabbing my cloth ball and darting into position.

I don't know how many trips back and forth I made from fireplace to arm chair, or how many frames I snapped (as you can imagine, there were many shots that required prompt deletion). Somehow, in the mini-sprints, I captured this and I am quite pleased.



Now, I don't usually make it a practice to make self portraits - this is for a bio piece on a new retailers website. I wanted it to be playful and nostalgic and artistic, and done by me. I think it does the trick.