NaNoPhoMo 25

November 25th.

Until finally, both parties collapse in exhaustion.

NaNoPhoMo 24

November 24th.

A fierce battle ensues!

NaNoPhoMo 23

November 23rd.

After long and arduous travels, we arrive at Squidhat's underwater lair. But he was waiting for us!

NaNoPhoMo Intermission

Intermission.

Ack! Photographer's block! If someone can find my ideas, can they please stuff them back in my head; it's getting lonely in here.

Sleep 2

Underslept, with teddy.


As I think I mentioned, I don't sleep well any more. I'm usually woken up by something hurting at some stage during the night - and if not, my blood sugars will stage a rebellion and I'll have to stumble out in the wee small hours to gorge on lemonade and ginger nuts. Sadly, I think the lack of sleep is starting to show. I do like my jammies, though.

Self 7

Velvet and Floorboards.

It's been an interesting week; seven days of self-portraits is something I wouldn't have dared to do a few years ago, but I've honestly enjoyed it. Thank you all for

Self 6

Careful Handling.

I have blisters on my callouses these days. It hurts - especially the blood blisters. I'd have thought that nine months on crutches would have acclimatised me, but apparently not.

Self 5

Me, myself, I.

I've been thinking of the nature of identity this week, strangely enough. In Buddhist terms, the thing we call 'self' is an illusion, delusory. Just because it's a delusion, though, doesn't make it wrong. The thing we think of as ourselves is the thing that strives for enlightenment, so pretending it's not there is just as much a deception as assuming that the reality we see - and are - is some kind of fixed truth. Self is a more sophisticated concept than it appears, it seems; but only when we try to put it into words.

I am here, this is my self.

Self 4

Feet, plus skirt.

Self 3

'That wonderful lady flesh' (Title courtesy of Bronwen)

'cause everything looks better in sepia - even me.

Self 2

My feet - from the inside.

There they are; strange fused tarsal bones and all. Only I could manage to have two different sets of bones fused on each foot. The poor things weren't built to bear weight; it's no wonder they struggle like they do.

Self 1

Me, plus camera.

The obligatory photographer with a camera shot, this is - it's always nice to lead with a cliche.

Actually, the Interloper and I did play with some shots that involved slightly more of my face, but we took them in the lounge room; and yellow light on a yellow wall flatters no one. Especially not when I dislike looking at my own image to start with!

So we'll start gently. And in a way, it seems appropriate. After all, the camera is the extension of myself that I usually talk to y'all through, so it's only fair to include it.

Theme for the week beginning Monday 3rd of February, 2008

A confrontational one, this week - for me, at least. Most people who know me in person will know that I loathe photos of myself with a passion. I really, really don't like them. But, since I started this blog to stretch my limits, the theme for next week...

... is SELF.