This is a no-makeup day. I pulled on my sweats and sunglasses to make me incognito, stopped at the bank and kept my beloved massage appointment. My neglected flowers beckoned to me on arriving home. After a late lunch I was exhausted, but kept thinking about the exercises in chapter 6 of Inner Excavation. Deciding to play around a bit with reflection, self-timer (which I have never done), and self portrait, I made myself reach for the camera.
Here are a few results with no fixes except the cinemascope.
|How I feel today|
|Reflection of me behind the camera|
|Lost in the beautiful sight out the window|
|This is what i was looking at|