TexasGirl Photography

Keeping with my tradition of publishing a set of self-portraits right around the time of my birthday, I realized, a couple of weeks ago when I started thinking about this, that I hadn’t really made any self portraits since sometime in maybe early 2020. I have to admit that for the past few years I have teetered on the edge of throw-all-the-cameras-out-the-window in a fit of pique and never look back. So my lack of enthusiasm for documenting myself goes with that territory. Why is trying to be involved in art so frustrating and disheartening??

But I digress!

When I realized that I had a dearth of self-portraits, I loaded my Ondu 6×6 and got to work. What you see below, with two exceptions, were all made in the past few days.

44 was an odd year. 44 made me want to never look at social media again. 44 made me want to run screaming from just about everybody except my immediate family members and my dear neighbors. In that respect, I suppose 44 was a good time to stay at home more, since it would remove the chances of me saying something I might regret. Silence is golden, right?

In some of the following photographs, you might have to look hard to find me. All part of the metaphor, I suppose. . . . .

Onward and upward, friends!