Well obviously I was going to shoot something macro again. I mean I barely had time to rattle off a few frames with the 36mm tube Tuesday so I resolved to try a different length yesterday. The daffodils are calling to me but it seems so obvious. Not that it wouldn't be lovely (or I should say, not that it won't be lovely, since I will clearly break down and do it before the daffys die back) but I have a fear that you'll land on Bird and think to yourself, oh right. Of course she shot that.
Couple that with the fact that I just saw Meredith Winn's amazing portfolio of self portraits. It is a collection of photos that is incredibly beautiful and filled with both humor and tenderness. They are the kind of photos I can totally imagine (and aspire to) taking of other people, but to take them of myself? Well, it inspired me to stare down the barrel of that particular gun again. I haven't done this in a couple months, so it was time.
Let's just say that creating a portrait session for myself within 15 minutes of getting home with a two-year-old is challenging. And funny. As I set up the mini tripod and draped myself over the dining room table (notice that bubble lamp reflected in my cornea?) Ez kept saying What doing Mama? Before I knew it he he had climbed into the table with me - I wan get UP! - and snatched the remote shutter control out of my hands. The kid's a sucker for anything with a button.
Anyway, clearly I think (hope?) that the work I produce daily by shooting outward says something about me and the way I see the world. But looking at Meredith Winn's photos it really occurs to me how powerful this combination of light and lens and personal story could be in filling in that picture I present. I think it might be time to turn this self portrait thing into a project.