Self Portrait Wednesday

It's been a while since I posted a self-portrait
on Wednesday
in the tradition started by Misty Mawn.

Is anyone still playing along?

I hope so.

These "self-portrait" posts, difficult as they are at first
because you're exposing yourself to strangers,
are just marvelous.

I just love reading these posts
on other people's blogs.
They're so telling, so revealing.

The pictures show us one way of looking at you.
The words tell us who you think you are,
what you think about whatever it is you're thinking about,
what emotions bubble to the surface
when you're unguarded.

But I also think that in a very significant way,
all of my posts are self-portraits
because they give you a glimpse of
how the world looks through my eyes,
what seems worthy of mentioning,
where a stray thought leads me
as I meander in my mind.
Yours reveal yourself in the same way.

I hope my posts
also give you a hint of my humor
and show me
in all my glory.

But if not. . .

well,
here's a portrait of me (tee hee).

I saw in it in Mexico,
but don't remember posing for it.
And I have no clue who the artist was.

Strange. . .

A Damiana Margarita
may have overcome my inhibitions
and erased my memory.

Don't you love my blue shoes?