[Seriousish left, seriousish right, smile left, smile right, repeat]
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.