Today was my sister's birthday. I haven't seen her since her wedding last November, unfortunately. But I had a good talk with her on the phone today. I'm usually reluctant to call because my impression is that she is astonishingly busy at all times. I should get over that inhibition, though, because I'm always a lot happier after having spoken with her. Here's a photo I took of her at my father at my parents' favorite restaurant Guyamas -- at the ferry terminus in Tiburon, with a great view of Angel Island in the foreground and San Francisco in the distance -- last July:I like photos where people look directly into the camera without posing. I imagine my sister does too, since she is a fine photographer. Here's hoping that she gets many opportunities to refine her talents as a portraitist in the months ahead, documenting the development of my soon-to-arrive nephew. Happy birthday, "My."
I can honestly say I look terrible in most pictures. Nice people will try to deny it, but sadly, this is not true. I really do. And I think it's because of my complete inability to do the thing you've just described. I either pose, or have a strange expression, usually squinting and looking deranged, or I have a lame smile. I find that I try, if I can, to be laughign while photographed.
Same here. My dad, on the other hand, looks great in photographs 90% of the time. Maybe it's because his own father took so many pictures of him when he was a kid, a fact I only learned recently. I know Skylar has learned to not pose for me while still staying available to my photographic mindset. Interesting.
As for my sister, I think she looks a lot like the older of my two paternal cousins and also like her paternal grandmother. I have a different jawline than hers. But we do look very similar from certain angles.
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I like photos where people look directly into the camera without posing. I imagine my sister does too, since she is a fine photographer. Here's hoping that she gets many opportunities to refine her talents as a portraitist in the months ahead, documenting the development of my soon-to-arrive nephew. Happy birthday, "My."
