I felt a bit rough when I got up this morning, and heaven knows why, but for some masochistic reason, I pointed a camera at myself. Happy Ending: A quick shower followed by a walk and brunch, and all was right with the world.

It was just as well I took this picture, as my planned Day 50 picture turned out an unmitigated disaster.

This would be a pretty uninspiring picture, apart from one thing. It was the first of my pictures that Ginger saw and commented on. She wrote:

I don’t understand how a man can feel like hell, wake up and take a picture this good. Sure, you look sorta sad. Or maybe tired around the edges. But this is a good look!

I replied:

Thank you. I’m glad you like it, I do too. Tired about sums it up, but the wine and brandy didn’t help

  And that was it for a few months.

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