Where am I?

  • One of our friends responded to the slideshow by ask­ing why there weren’t any pic­tures of me. Well,… oops. I for­got. There are pic­tures of me, of course, but none that quite make the cut, in my hum­ble esti­ma­tion. Like a lot of peo­ple, I don’t care for pic­tures with me in them. They’re annoy­ing, because I’m really try­ing to nur­ture a belief that I look won­der­ful, which is hard to do when pho­tographs would have me know that I usu­ally just look weird or goofy. (I think it’s the lens.)

    Scottish taxi fearBut at any rate, I can live with this one. We took a taxi back from Edin­burgh to the dock, and the taxi dri­ver really started rip­ping along those nar­row lit­tle streets. So I just held onto the strap with both hands and enjoyed the view (and when I say “enjoyed the view,” of course I mean “tried not to think about it”). But Greg had the cam­era (what was I think­ing?) and had to cap­ture the moment for posterity.


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    June 9th, 2005 | Grace | 3 Comments |

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