When I got home from work today, I looked in the mirror and finally saw someone who looked well. I thought I'd celebrate feeling well by capturing it in a photo.
I've tried to take more self-portraits of late, or simply be in photos more frequently. For so long, I've been behind the camera, which I prefer. But I look through albums or photos on my computer and realize how infrequently I appear in them. I have so many photos of my travels, or just everyday events, and I'm almost nowhere to be seen. I almost feel self-indulgent or vain when taking a self-portrait or asking someone to photograph me, but I really just want to document the changes that take place with me and those around me as the years pass. I want to be able to look at old photos with my kids one day and have them ask, "That's you? What happened?!"
Maybe I'm thinking of this stuff because of my impending birthday. After 30, you get to where you almost want people to forget it's your birthday. Of course, I'm sort of contradicting myself by mentioning it here. Good job.
Switching gears...President Bush gave his annual State of the Union speech earlier this evening. Nothing he said was too unexpected. I guess his saying that the U.S. is "addicted to oil" and that we need to depend more on alternative fuels in the coming years was a bit surprising. He wants to us to be completely free of foreign oil dependency by 2025, which is a good start, but I think 2015 (or sooner) would be a better goal. It would be so beneficial to us enviromentally and politically if we could eliminate the need for fossil fuels and say "screw you" to the Arabs. We have the technology; we've had it for years. Time to make it happen. If we can send a rocket to Pluto, we can utilize alternative fuels.
In light of the political atmosphere of the day, I'll end this entry with an old adage, which I understand is sometimes attributed to Winston Churchill:
If you're a conservative at twenty, you have no heart. If you're a liberal at forty, you have no brain.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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Looking at the old photo albums with our kids in the future will most likely present the same questions: "Daddy, where are you? Why aren't you in any of the pictures? And why are there so many pictures of Mommy?" I think that you're right about taking some self-portrait shots every now and then to document life and someday to serve as evidence of the way that things used to be!
You're b-day is coming really soon. Any plans?
Being free of foreign oil dependency--what a great thing that would be. I sure hope that we see some follow-through with this. It's what needs to be said and what everybody wants to hear, but let's hope that this statement reflects an honest desire to change our ways and not just political jargon. Only time will tell.
Great quote, Eric. I'd love to forward it to a lady in our office. She really needs to start thinking/ acting her age!
Cool!!congratulations!!
You alwas say that you don´t have pictures of you"
And, I´m wandering why did you wait so long to do it?
You look really good in your new picture, maybe because I see you with eyes of love!!
ja!
And, for me you´ll be always my bebe.
Brenda
I have few pictures of me with my family. Or the ones I do have are clearly taken from me by holding the camera out and snapping (I haven't taken the time to figure out how to take a picture with a timer-- as if that would work though with a 2 year old anyway). So here's to self-portraits.
Eric,
Thanks for including me in your blog. It really was a wonderful night for me. I was overwhelmed with all the people that came, many that had left Nogales years ago. It will be something I'll hold dear to my heart in all the years to come. My life at my job became much of who I am and it was great to be with those that were a part of that. It was particularily wonderful to share that with my family who watched me leave every morning and return every night from "mom's job." Thanks for sharing my evening (& for choosing flattering photos for the blog - hee, hee). Mom
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