Three different cameras and ten minutes on my hands the other night. Time to capture the mug, as I forget to do this, averaging a few to a handful of shots of self a year, if that. Alas, holding the camera at arm’s length rather than securing it properly, renders my nose fisheyed.
I like comparing what each camera captures in way of clarity- some shots were gloriously softened, others captured every pore and its little sister’s toy tea set.
So many I know post low-apertured blurred and grained images in lieu of reality. I prefer a little of both. ♦
It’s that time of year where the rising sun greets my rear view mirror most gloriously on the drive in to work. Managed to capture a telling shot while awaiting the freeway merge at an intersection, looking up just in time to smile at the license plate frame of the car in front of me. ♦