Yes, this is the beginning of a joke. Last week I decided to set up a photo session, with predictable results:
Okay; it wasn’t quite that bad. I didn’t actually break my ankle; I just twisted it. I think I remembered to suck in hard enough to hide the evidence of my Superbowl excesses, and the zits were mostly hidden by makeup. I hope. (Yes, I wore makeup. Bleah.) And my hair, bless it, behaved.
Fortunately I was working with the funny and talented Rick and Sandra Hand of Hand Crafted Images. They made the session easy and fun, and I know the quality of the photos will be top-notch. But with me as a model, there’s only so much their talent can overcome…
Does the camera hate you as much as it hates me?
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I’m off for an arthrogram on my ankle this morning (an old kickboxing injury; not photo-session-induced), so I’ll be incommunicado until this afternoon. “Talk” to you then!