Self Portrait

Pictures of me, taken by myself. I tend to go with the official (365 Days) definition of a self portrait: “A self portrait is a photo of yourself taken by you” … “The main thing is that you are both the photographer and the subject.”

Pearls of Wisdom (365: 124) — from the fridge. All too true.

At the top of the stairs (365: 123) — If I am being very good, twice a day I climb the stairs of the seven-story building opposite my office.

Brought to Book (365: 122) — I love books; just about every one of those shelves is double stacked. Fact, fiction, and illustrations. And I’ll reread some over and over.

Time to reflect (365: 121) — I’ve been on leave for a week, and I’m returning to work feeling absolutely wrecked. Oh well, that’s life, not to worry.

Chasing out the wall, chasing out the wall (365: 120) — To the tune of “Bringing in the Sheaves.”

Once I thought I needed a better model… (365: 119) — Now I know I just need someone to take the blasted photographs.

A quick break (365: 118) – Chasing out for the electrics, I took a quick break for today’s picture.

Polling Day (365: 117) – Local council elections, and Gary does his civic duty.

Wish you were here? (365: 116) — An afternoon spent taking pictures, none of which really worked. To compensate myself, I squeezed in some late sun. As it was late, I had no worries getting out the camera and taking my 365 Days shot for the day.

Afternoon nap (365: 115) — I’m on vacation this week, which oddly means less time to think about and take portraits. My last few shots have either been journal snaps or hastily taken portraits. Normal service will hopefully be resumed when I have some time and inspiration.

Flickr-light (365: 114). I was about to cheat and post a picture I took last night after midnight, but I knew it wasn’t right. My 365 day runs from getting up to bedtime.

The Last of the Sun — This small strip of deck gets the last of the sun before it dips below the houses opposite. 2

Moved in – With all the remaining untouched rooms in the house being decorated, I was not going to be able to keep an inside workshop, so I’ve moved my workbench and tools out into my first-ever shed. 1 4

Vacuuming the garden (365: 113) — I made a bit of a mess sawing up wood to make shelves for my new shed. I also need to finish picking up the gravel spilt over the deck in the winter when the storms repeatedly blew over the bamboo plant.

An Englishman’s shed is his Castle (365: 112) – I’ve never had a shed before, but now I’ve got two. This one for a workshop and another for my spare timber, paint, empty boxes, and disused electronics that one day might come in useful etc. 2

Late (365: 111) — This is it for today. No good, but it is a picture.

Another Bum Shot (365: 110) — My run of photographic bad luck seems to be continuing. This is the best of a very bad lot, and I’ve run out of time.

End on.

Tension.

Disappointing (365: 109) – Re-edited, so no longer straight out of camera. However, I think this is a much better picture.

Modesty (365:108) – My ‘artistic’ notion was to challenge the idea of modesty. Can a naked person be modest? 3

Lovely Eyes (365: 107)

Keeping Trim (365: 106). This started as a bit of a reprise of my Day 2, though I’ve got a set of mains powered clippers now and so don’t trim my beard in the bathroom.

Yeah, well — My second attempt at my daily picture was to use the mirror, but I didn’t like the shots. I accidently set the timer to two seconds and pulled a stupid face to save wasting electrons.

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