WHAT IS MY LIFE?

Oh my goodness, please laugh with me at my outdoor woman/car pose from this morning. What am I even doing? What is happening now? Am I modeling for a car magazine (with my dirty car, old coat, and cell phone)? THESE SELF-PORTRAITS WILL BE THE END OF ME.

I cannot tell you how much time I spend in the car making phone calls. It’s my sweet little private office, with my own heating system, no one to interrupt me, and no dishes or laundry staring me in the face. This particular iteration of today’s self-portrait was the fourth round of shots of me with my “carfice” as one gal calls it. First there was too much glare on the windows, and then I struggled to get the focus on me in the car and not the car itself. So finally I got out of the car and just posed next to it. Meanwhile the garbage men came and witnessed my labor. The dog tore up a brown paper bag from the back seat and then practically fumigated the entire car with his nauseating breath. At the same time yours truly was hoofing it back and forth, from tripod to front carseat in the frigid-but-sunny winter weather.

What in the the world am I doing.

Today I present three images of myself pretending to be on the phone. I can’t even defend it. It is what it is.

HASHTAG DECEMBER PHOTO PROJECT 2018.