Here is the photo I’ll be sending in to She Writes Press to go with my author bio and book summary sheets. My daughter, Anna K. Wood, photographer extraordinaire, performed the photo shoot in her back yard in Michigan. See how she cleverly shot from above, to hide the wrinkles under my chin?
I try not to look at it too much. The idea of seeing it reproduced over and over is terrifying. Faces frozen in time can never represent the living animation of a human soul. I’ve mourned the fact that I’ll never see Rachel Field’s face in motion, though I cherish her voice from a radio show recording. Do you ever look at those gargantuan advertising posters on city buildings and shudder at the thought of seeing yourself blown up to 1000x magnification? All you’d see are flaws, cringeworthy details, unmissable. Anyway, this one pleased me enough, as long as I don’t linger.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 170: 155 words, TOTAL = 27,892; 32,108 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.