I don’t spend as much time online as many of my colleagues, friends and family do. Many of them are bold and brave and post a lot about themselves at Facebook and Twitter and other social sites. They have hundreds of friends and followers and perhaps a handful of stalkers who read their blogs and like everything they post. They have pictures of their homes, family and pets that they show off daily. They are the brilliant and courageous people in life who color the internet interesting.
Then there’s me.
I don’t spend much time online. I don’t have pictures of my home, family and pets that I show off. I’m not brilliant and courageous who colors the internet interesting. I’m quiet, thoughtful, and shy to the point that I rarely start conversations. And when I do, I rarely talk about myself.
When I posted vacation photos at my weblog years ago, viewers were upset because there were no photos of me. I’m not a selfie person, though I do point my camera or phone at my face once in a while … and cringe every time I do. All this may sound odd coming from someone who modeled clothes occasionally for photographers, but I like being behind the camera. My mom and other relatives find this amusing. They tell me I’m too pretty not to model professionally full time.
Let’s just admit I’m weird so we can get on with our lives … and to the purpose of this post.
Today, for something different: Photos. Me. From childhood to adulthood. A few with family and old friends. Some of vacations. No explanations. Just 23 photos of me.
Maybe next week I’ll post photos of my children and our dogs. We’ll see. At least they won’t be of me. :)