Im heart ill at the moment, more med ill I think and the toxic buildup from my heart meds is making me toxic. Ive had a bad few days. But over the weekend we went to the new house to get some photos. Ive got an interview coming up and they wanted a photo of me. A bit hesitant to give them one of my sps, I asked Tony to take some for me, something I never let anyone do. I prefer to take my own, I then only have me to show my vulnerability to. After my usual face pulling, idiotic poses and " I dont want to do this anymore " he finally got in close and personal, the same thing I do with my victims. For a minute I found it intruding, it felt wrong somehow. And then all of a sudden I caught something in the lens, and I started really looking. And what I saw scared me. I looked and I looked hard. And then he broke me and I started to cry. This is the result of one of those photos, one that I wish Id taken, but then that would mean I’d have to let myself in.
50 mm prime lens Canon Eos 7D