I’m not talking about some obscure saint or the queen of love and welcome. I’m talkin’ ’bout a revolution (not really). I am talking about the slew of self portraits when your arm is the only tripod you have.
I am always taking pictures of myself (not for vanity, but for, well, ok, it sort of HAS to be vanity) but not because I have no one to go out with or that nobody will go out with me, but because I usually make the decision and go in a last minute kid of way (like the candy by the checkout lanes—-impulse). If I am not alone, while out, I don’t want to intrude to have someone else take it (friend or stranger). I also don’t want my friend and companion to think it’s all about me, which it isn’t. I’m really not selfish at all.
Through the outstretched arm, one begins to discover their better side. I’d always thought that was a myth, but I truly discovered that I have a better side. It is my right side. Maybe it’s my left. I don’t know , maybe it is just a myth.
While out on your own, there are ways to find nature’s tripod (or man made if you are shopping). Trash cans, poles, posts, shelves, rocks, benches, etc…can all be used to steady the camera so you can run around and get in the frame. Oh the fabulous self timer mode. Nine seconds to get around, strike a pose and be ready. Sometimes easier said than done. Nine seconds seems like a long time, but in reality, it can take just that long to scurry over in front of the lens (depending on the heel size).
On a side note, mirrors are also great ways to strike a pose, whether at home or shopping.
If evolution continues, we will end up with one arm far longer than the other. But can you imagine the great pics we can get when that happens!!??