Here’s my first feeble effort at this month’s self-portrait challenge of street photography, capturing “yourself somehow, somewhere on the street.”
This is a difficult challenge for me as I am a recluse and not one prone to drawing attention to themselves publicly (unless I’ve been drinking or have someone there I’m trying to entertain, then all the rules change).
So I’m having a totally crap day, everything is working against me and I’ve been told my dearest, sweet, boy cat is not long for this life. Every time I look at his loving face I burst into tears, so I just wanted to go outside and take a stinking photo of myself that didn’t suck scissors but my remote wouldn’t cooperate with me and the neighbor girl who I cannot stand kept running outside to bother me, the whole time my dogs were barking their faces off inside the house. I just wanted to put my head under the car wheel and release the emergency brake.
This breaks my heart.
