Getting Over Myself

 I just can't seem to.  Self portraits, that is.  I just thought that phase in my life was over.  It's not so much that I love them, but more because no one in my family is available or willing to be in a photo before late in the evening.   They can be difficult.  Yesterday one of my children listed helping me with a 365 picture as one of the sacrifices they make for me out of kindness.  Gee, thanks.  It isn't like I make anyone pose for 30 minutes.  We're talking 2 minutes, tops.

If it's going to have a human in it, it's probably going to be me.  Sorry, world.  I could always do more street photography, which I love.   As long as it's not my street or there'd be a lot of this.  Actually, I wish we had that.  It's really more like this, minus the pretty surroundings.

So, here I am, contemplating the future of my garden, in all of my messy-haired glory as I take "the picture" before the kids get home from school.  It was a perfect, breezy, 68 degrees.

 (day 52)

(on my Flickr)