I'm like Jerry's girlfriend on Seinfeld who seemed normal enough until the light hit her from a different angle in such a way that Kramer would fall backward to get away from her. The lens distortion makes my close ups look like a drunken peasant with a large, red nose from a bad tv movie about the French Revolution shouting, "Off wi' his head!" in a British accent.
(E is for Excited, Day 272)
A simple photo of myself relaxing on the floor morphs into The Grudge with a shutter click. And, oh 365 you are showing my age! If the camera dips below my jawline, I look like I'm holding a flashlight under my chin, telling ghost stories around a campfire. Not that I'm looking for the most flattering angle- these aren't headshots, but, geez Louise, I don't want my children to be frightened as they upload!
(365 Day 271)
B Sides. Maybe next January...