I changed my photo on Facebook yesterday. I felt inspired by a photo shared by one of my dollmaker friends in the doll maker group that I belong to on Facebook.
Sharing photos of myself in a public space has always felt kind of weird to me. First of all, since I am the family photographer, there are not too many good pictures of me. When you are always the one behind the camera it's tough to get a photo of yourself. So you really have to take matters in your own hands and turn the camera on yourself to get a photo. I did use my phone yesterday. Seems like all phone cameras these days have that nifty feature where you can switch the camera angle and point it at yourself. It feels pretty weird looking yourself in the eye, doesn't it? Is this really me?
After trying from so many angles that showed very unflattering blemishes and wrinkles - age taking it's toll on my face - I decided to use the shot you see for my new profile photo. My husband, constant critic that he is, commented: "You look so sad in it." Hmpf.
Do I look sad? I guess I do. We lost another good friend this week. His death came as sudden as can be. They say: He was an old man. He had a good full life. He got to spend some time with his grandkids and do the things that he enjoyed in his retirement. Yet I still cannot wrap my mind around the fact that he just dropped dead from a heart attack at the family cabin in the mountains this weekend. No time for Goobyes.
I found myself standing in front of condolence cards at the grocery store yesterday. I could not find a single card that I liked. They all seemed so cheesy and wrong. None of them expressed the emotion I felt when I heard the news. I guess I'll have to make my own card. Maybe I'll wrap up one of my little leafbuddies for the grieving widow. I want her to know how much I care and how sad this makes me.
His name was Walker Miller. He was a judge. He was a good man.
He will be terribly missed.