as in, me.
NOT giving up MY day job to become a photographer.
remember, when i came back from england and the horrible airline destroyed the picture that i'd bought as a present for m.o.h.?
i was trying to take a photo of myself and the painting to show my friend june. i had just got the picture back from being framed.
oh yes you do.
then june, who'd been with me when i'd bought the one that got wrecked, sent me another one to replace it?
i blogged about it here.
actually she sent me two prints to replace the one.
how kind was that?
this one here which i'm trying to take a picture of.
and she also sent me another one of the print i'd bought which got wrecked.
so i took the two prints to the framer and he did some kind of treatment which made them look like they are oils on canvas, just like the originals would have been, and then he framed them for me.
well one of them anyway.
the other one's not back yet.
so yesterday i must have taken about 17 photos.
all of them were bad.
these are the 'better' ones trust me.
i didn't realize how difficult it was to do that.
my daughter and her friends' facebook pages are full of self-portraits.
what's wrong with me?
how hard can it be?
in my photo you can at least see the beautiful colours in the painting, which is a field of poppies in northumberland by north east artist, ivan lindsay.
tho' it does look as if they are growing out of the side of my head.
and if you are inclined to click on my photos you can also see the deeply etched lines around my mouth, in spite of quitting 12 years ago, from the many years when i was a smoker. (let that be a lesson to you.)
i cannot believe you just did that!
still, mary tyler moore had her lines filled in with spackle or something and her face restretched over her skull, whereas i'm not afraid to just leave mine out there.
then my life's partner, the man of my dreams, my other half, comes home and sees what i'm doing and says,
'give me that camera'
all bossy and domineering like.
and, as they say in the photography world, (don't they?) he gets the shot.
he's a bit of an anthony armstrong jones isn't he.
oh look it up.
this is why i've stayed married to him for 37 years!!
it's our anniversary next week.
yep, 37 years.
we were but children.
quite why he has stayed with ME that long we're not really sure.
it could be he was too traumatized by the whole experience of being MY other half to fully contemplate leaving.
maybe he was thinking 'better the devil you know' etc.
if so, then my evil plan has worked.
but doesn't the painting look great?
thanks, June. x