I am always surprised when I look at the photographs that I put on my blog. They appear so much nicer (my house looks bigger, the furniture nicer, the rugs more plush) than my life really looks. What I have shown to the world is the “cleaned up” version. I always vacuum, straighten up, and generally “arrange” things in the house before I take a photograph; trying to get the nicest looking shot possible…if it is a photograph of me and my arms look fat, I crop them out. I never questioned this until yesterday because I have never shared so many “snap shots” of my life before writing this blog.
This morning I thought, “I love this photo of Fred and Luke eating breakfast but I can’t crop out the towel on the floor (from the water that Luke had just spilled) or the dust on the radiator, without also “cropping out” the life. Growing up, I was taught that appearances were very important….that how I looked mattered more than was what was going on inside: that somehow, I (we) were flawed and must work at giving the appearance of being ok. But I like seeing “real” pictures of people, I like talking about real things, am not interested in the cleaned up version of my friends. I have to assume that they want this from me too.
p.s. the winner of the Costa Rican rock was Helen G!