Ick sent me a picture of a pacing tiger in a cage... and I thought-- wow. that is a great picture of him.
Which got me thinking about photos and images. Because Ick is a person who has to live in a house, not a corporeal tiger.
And i thought about photos of me. i have noticed that most people don't like photos of themselves. i don't either. But i don't like certain photos, because, i am not IN them.
Photos in which i look nice/presentable/have makeup on-- these are "good" pictures according to my family/friends. However, i best like ones that i feel capture me or a mood- which are usually the pictures that they label odd, depressing, goofy, or strange.
For example, this is not a "good" picture of me. No makeup or smile, you can't even see my face, just my poor taste in pajama bottoms...
but my brain yells, "THERE'S AMANDA!" to me when i look at this one-- evokes more recognition than a "good" picture.
i am in the left ankle, in the angry-fisting-toes...
when i am "hiding" is when you can see me best.
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