I received an envelope in the mail recently featuring the best misspelling of my name yet – Debraha. As in Deborahahahahaha (spoken in the Count’s voice from Sesame Street). Now check out the face staring back from my breakfast plate this weekend. Doesn’t look much like the Count, but he does look ready to let some evil cacklery abound- good thing I ate him. At least he died laughing. ♦
Two turkeys ready to give thanks! ♦
Almost makin’ the Kermit face, almost. Even got some green. ♦
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. ♦
Saturday Selfies! Uh, Thursday Thelfies? Foto fun at any rate. Gettin’ in shape, aways to go. Hup-to, hup-to … ♦
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. ♦