Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Hats off to those of you who allow your picture to be taken and those who take the pictures.
I love photographs. I like ones of strangers that are just beautifully done and I love those of my friends and family even if they are out of focus and goofy. I am not such a fan of posed studio pictures.
Barry takes tons of pictures. And Arlene let him. So there are tons of pictures of her now for them to enjoy and remember her with. They were generous enough to share those at the funeral home. I wonder if they know how that soothed me?
It made me realize something. There aren't all that many pictures of me. Sometimes because I duck out, vanity~vanity. Often because I am the picture taker. Which leads me to believe my husband does not necessarily want pictures of me. I didn't realize that until just now. Clearly, I need to be hurt and perhaps devastated. Will work on that after I finish washing towels.
I was writing a post that would've done nicely with a current picture of me. I don't have one. I have just a few that I keep recycling and upon checking, I think they are all at least a year old.
T~'s mom, Sister Maryann, takes pictures of everybody. Constantly. I am convinced she takes pictures of strangers while grocery shopping to remind her to pray for them. She probably has a recent picture of me now that I think of it. The only way she could have so many pictures is that she obviously hides in shrubbery and snaps them. She is like a Baptist Paparazzi.
Arlene, Barry and Sister Maryann are right. As is Kellerbell although she too is the face behind the camera too often. I don't care if you're having a good hair day or feeling bloated or prefer that people use pictures from 1983 and pretend you have not aged. You are not Rick Springfield and you are not performing at the county fair. Nobody believes you haven't aged. Let us take a picture of you.
I was thinking that if I passed away, the Mr. would have to display pictures of me that would cause people to say, "Who's this chick?" Silliness. Not letting someone take your picture is selfish. I should be honored that someone wants a picture of me. After all, it is no secret what I look like anyway.
Having said all of this, I have nothing wise to conclude with other than photographs are awesome.