OK, I promise future posts won't be wordy, but I can't resist sharing today's camera mis-adventures.
I got to work this morning and, ever the keener, decided I needed to change the display outside the Children's Literature Collection. "What ho," I thought. "I could make a display of photography-themed picture books." I searched the catalogue and assembled a stack of fantastic books around me. That's when I thought, "maybe I should kick off Project 365 with a self-portrait." Because I had only my little point and shoot camera with me, I thought if I composed the shot beforehad it could be intersting.
Talk about the painfully literal. Who is Sue? Why, just count to 365 with me and you will see. Gag.
Wait. It gets worse. I tried this next shot but holding the camera at arm's length almost got the better of me. That look on my face is there because I almost dropped the camera when I snapped the shutter.
Why, yes, this picture is nothing more than a Freudian snap.
So can we answer the question? Are simple pictures art?
Gawd, I am so literal.
But wait. It gets even worse. This next shot has the camera angle off kilter, and it is the best and most meaningful of the bunch.
Yep. You're reading it right. "Sue IS simple."
Moving right along. I deep-sixed the painfully awkward photo shoot and took my daughter to the wading pool instead.
Tommorrow. A single picture. No words. God help me.