Self Portraits

I don't really do self portraits. I suppose I could say that I find that the world around me is just much too interesting to turn the camera around onto myself, but really, that would be a major cop out.

Truth is, physically, I don't like myself. My body is warped from having children, and usually my eyes are tired and an extra chin or four tends to make an unannounced appearance in any photograph that I inevitably find myself in.

I'm more or a behind the camera person. Better yet, I'm more of a behind the computer person, where I can edit said photos to my liking.

It's been ages since I've done an I Heart Faces photo challenge. In fact I think that the last one I took part in was over the summer and featured Gage pushing one of his wooden Thomas trains through the grass.

My kids, those are my favorite photo subjects.

About a week ago, feeling a bit silly while in the throws of one of my typical nights of insomnia I grabbed my now defunct camera and started snapping a few pictures around the house, mostly of our Christmas tree. I noticed a smudge that kept appearing in the middle of the display scree, so I turned my camera around onto myself to try and clean the lens.

And then, totally by accident, I took a self portrait. And, strangely enough, I liked the way it turned out.

Just like that, I became the subject rather than the photographer.