When my mother came to visit us this past week, she brought with her a fairly massive number of old pictures for me to scan, color-correct and clean up as much as I could. A lot of these pictures were of her family, pictures of her mother’s and father’s families, pictures of people whose names I’ve heard but have never met–some of these photos went back as far as 1925. (I might post some of the more interesting ones here eventually.)
But the majority of the pictures, of course, were of me. And very few of them were in any way flattering.
I wasn’t the most graceful or, shall we say, well-groomed of children. To call me awkward would be much akin to calling Courtney Love “a little odd.” Because mothers are rarely accurate judges of such things, mine argued with me about this fact, of course (and believe me, it’s fact, not opinion)–she tried to insist that I wasn’t a tremendous dork, when I know damn well I was. (And yes, I am using the past tense on purpose there. Shut up, you.)
So as proof of my staggering levels of dorkhood, I’m giving you guys something a little bit different for today’s Monday Photo: instead of a picture takenby me, it’s a picture of me. This piece, snapped by my amateur photographer father in the backyard of the house in Florida where I grew up, was likely taken in 1982, when I was 11. I call it “Dork By Poolside.” I hope you enjoy it.