My father is a photographer and unfairly his skills were not passed on to me. Not only do I generally snap bad photos, the camera does not love me when I'm on the other side of the lens either. I get by with a few tricks meant to hide double chins and big noses and last week while posing for a photo at the Children's Museum Benefit Gala, the dynamic photographer from Mpls St. Paul Magazine whispered in my ear to "clench my derriere". Apparently this trick will correct ones posture if one is wearing a sleeveless gown. Despite all of this, I love photographs. The beautiful moments they capture are priceless and I admire greatly the talented photogs that can do it with such ease.
Henry has been picking my camera up lately and the results are always entertaining to me. After a week of raw emotions, disbelief and so much sadness it feels peaceful to view the world through the eyes of a child.
Henry: A Self-Portrait
