Resurrected

More at apaintersaffair.blogspot.com . . .

Second Skin

Little black dress, you make me feel like a woman.
Sort of.

The Eyes

I took this photo after my morning shower.  Placed against a processed filter, the imperfectly tossed wet hair, the complexion's sun spots and beauty marks, as well as the gazing of one eye seem to tell a more honest story.  And I like that.  It's true what they say: you can learn more about a person's life by staring into her eyes than asking her to tell you all of her secrets.  

Talk is cheap anyway.  And you don't need a whole lot of expensive to get to know a person on a deeper level.

But Not Before . . .

Warby Parker Marcel.  And short hair.

Hearts and Stuff

Not much for mirror selfies, but . . . here's one for Lovers Day. 

Forever State

 

Perpetual fog

Lingering for far too long

 Please bid your farewell

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There is something very curious about the face.  It is an exquisite thing . . . because it tells quietly and without words the stories that no other part of the body can tell [quietly and without words].  Perhaps for this reason, I guard my face; I fear people may see those very things I attempt to keep hidden.  I do not mean just the blemishes, scars, and imperfections of a human face.  I mean those deeply rooted things that show through one's wrinkles and eyes, and the way one's mouth curls and lips quiver, and the tell-tale movement of one's eyebrows.  All those elements together give way to our secrets.

I came across an article about a Los Angeles-based photographer, Jeremy Cowart, last night.  Cowart had the opportunity to photograph the cast of The Haves and HaveNots, which included actor John Schneider.  Somewhere past the finish line of cast shots, Schneider asked Cowart if he could take some personal portraits of him.  The photographer obliged.  What Cowart did not know was Schneider's father had passed away earlier in the day, and the actor only learned about it during lunch.  (Story can be read here: http://jeremycowart.com/2014/01/john-schneider/.)  The images are absolutely raw, heartfelt, and beyond any falsehood.  They are painfully true to the nature of the news.  And the fact that Schneider allowed Cowart to capture his sadness and vulnerability on film, well, that in itself was bravery.  Looking at the photos, I cried a little.  They were that powerful.  So powerful they inspired me to bare my face and share a few stories of my own.

--OH

18 January 2014

Day Log No. 3