I post photographs and accompanying essays every day. I try to associate photos with subjects that sometimes do not seem to have connections. But they do. Think Bunny Watson.
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Monday, August 21, 2006
Who Shaves The Barber?
I hate having my picture taken. Worst of all, since this is so infrequent, the shock on how I have aged is even more patently obvious. This self portrait I took at the Metropolitan in NY in the mid 80s. I was astounded that they allowed pictures on tripods there. There was no glass protecting Rembrandt's own portrait. I wonder if that has changed?
I would rather photograph my granddaughter Rebecca (Lauren, her younger sister is coming along). This one represents a second year of a series of photographs that I take at the entrance of Mexican baroque churches.