I really wanted to have a picture to post on my profile by now. I got an inexpensive digital camera and printer a while back. I truly thought that I might, at long last, be able to take respectable pictures. You know, pictures that you can show people without apologizing for the odd angle or poor light, or the fuzzy ones you snapped a second too soon or too late.
But the camera hates me, just like every other camera I've ever known. I fumble with the buttons and the darn thing senses my insecurity. It sneers as it plays evil tricks on me and chuckles to itself inside its smug, compact little shell. Photosmart indeed!
My daughter majored in photography for a year and thus became the family photog, and wimp that I am, I was happy to relinquish that role. She always takes wonderful pictures and shares them with everyone to I shouldn't complain.
Its just that I have always had a yearning to be really good at something. Much as I love writing, I have come to realize that I'm merely OK at it. I'm an average singer, never could dance, I'm a great follower but not much of a leader. I'm not artistic or crafty or musical--that dang camera senses all of that; it snubs me.
And, that's why I still don't have a picture to post. (I will keep trying though.)
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