I hate seeing photos of myself. For all the dumb vain and self-loathing reasons you would guess. This is why we have never had family photos taken, unless at the behest of some larger family group. And that is just sad.
So when a friend who takes artful, emotional, not your run-of-the-mill "family holding hands in a field of wheat" photos offered up a spot on a weekend shoot, posterity prevailed over vanity.
These are some of the pictures she made. Despite the aspects of my own physical appearance that dissatisfy me, they take my breath away.
