I hate posing for pictures. Plain and simple.
I’m not sure where this aversion came from, though I have hundreds of memories of begging my mother and my aunt to put the damn camera away. It’s not that I don’t like looking back, or I don’t enjoy seeing friends and family in other times. I enjoy the end result.
It’s the getting there that drives me slightly crazy. Anytime someone points a camera at me and demands that I smile, it doesn’t feel natural. It feels like a fake, manufactured moment.
Is that what we’ll all be doing 40 years down the road? Looking back at our lives, one setup shot after another? If it was up to me, my albums would be filled with out of focus, funny face and completely candid shots.
My life’s not made up of perfect moments; it’s filled with awkward and humorous ones. Let’s capture those, shall we?