Self Portraits

I have to thank Liisa for commenting on the last post, because if she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have seen her blog and would have never known about Bert Teunissen. I immediately fell in love with his photographs and have ordered one of his Domestic Landscapes books from Amazon. I cannot wait for it to arrive!
I tend to seek out certain kinds of light when taking a photograph, as I think most of us do. It’s part of what defines our personal styles. But I’ve been trying to appreciate other times of day and — in an effort to really experiment — have been taking some quasi-self portraits.

Listening to the radio this evening, having some tea and biscuits. Some day I’m going to drop this mug and break it, and I’ll spend the rest of my days wandering aimlessly, bereft. Possibly I could just renew my MPR membership and get another. I suppose.

Doing the washing up last night. I like to clean the dishes before heading to bed (I can hear Rob, far away, saying, ‘You do?’), although it doesn’t always happen. I’ve got a potted clover plant of some sort next to the sink; the leaves fold down in the evening and open up again the next morning. It’s been hanging around since February or March, getting ganglier and ganglier, but it seems happy enough. It’s even flowering now.
I wish I were more comfortable taking photographs of people — I don’t think there’s any trick to taking a pleasant still life shot, but good portrait photographers really have a gift. Aside from a couple of pictures of Rob that I like, I’ve never really been pleased with any of my portraits (and I don’t imagine he’d be crazy about me plastering his face around the internets), so I guess faceless self portraits will have to do it for now!