This weekend challenge was to take 1-3 self portraits. Of yourself. By yourself. Why in the hell did I come up with this one?!?!
Saturday morning came, looming, and all of my grand plans and ideas sounded either super involved or lame. We also had plans with Jason and Summer (Jeff’s sister and husband) and their kids so I had an excuse to forget about it until that night. As I sat outside in the middle of a war between the kids and the grown ups (the only neutral adult since I was carrying the camera) I realized with a start that I had forgotten all day, and the light was fading. It was basically dusk.
In the hopes of just warming up, I took this shot. Pretty standard fare, hold camera over your head and smile kind of shot.
After viewing it on the back of the camera I realized it was too dark to be taking photos and stopped. I had one idea that I had always wanted to be brave enough to try. I would need to do it the next morning. I was going to take a portrait of myself upon waking Sunday morning. No glasses, no make up, (not that I wear make up on a daily basis. I don’t.) no washing the sleep from my face. I love Jeff and the kid’s ‘just woke up face’ and have many photos of them in that state. All warm and smooshy and lined and woozy. I was curious how I looked to the outside world and wasn’t sure I could really tell just by looking at myself in the mirror. The camera doesn’t really lie.
I realized the next morning as I pulled open the blinds and reached for my camera that I wished I had made the challenge this, exactly. A ‘just woke up’ self portrait. Just one. Honest, warm, smooshy, lined, and woozy.
Here I am at 9ish Sunday morning. Little processing, and no skin editing (unfortunately for my grandma forehead).
I look like a sleepy little alien.
PS: Sorry for the lateness of this post by the way. We had some really fun plans Fri/Sat/Sun/Mon/Tues and I am only now beginning the slow forray into the internet after four days “off”.
PSS: If you joined in on the challenge, please do link in the comments!