I Like the Blurry Ones.

Of me anyway. There is something soothing about them, without the hard sharpness of reality. The clarity is still there, in fact sometimes more so. They can tell more of a story about a person than the perfectly focused ones.

Today, my four year old photographer decided it was a good day to take pictures of me. He did a fine job for sure. A black and white photo has such a nice texture, sort of dreamy by default. Hiding us and highlighting us all at once.

These are my favorite non-blurry ones [or rather, the ones I don't hate.] It sounds funny, "Oh look! Here are my favorite pictures of ME!" Whatever. I am comfortable posting pictures of myself without going over the top with giddiness. Hee hee hee.

Why do we have a hard time with pictures of ourselves? Maybe it's the vulnerability it leaves us with. It's a permanent record, a you that it's OK for others to hold and stare at or find flaw with. When people look at their own image, it seems to bring out all that self-conscious junk that weighs us down.

I can honestly say, that at this point, at this age, I am more comfortable in my own skin than any other time of my life. I just know I'll never be perfect [and don't want to be], I'm not so young anymore [and don't want to be], funny little flaws all abound [not going there hee hee hee!]

I still do like the blurry ones. Thank you my little sWeet photographer, you did a good job.