self-portraits. SP#23.GREY. I wake. Enthusiastic, for my disappointment. Rise, to greet this new day. With contempt. It rains. Grey. Against the yellow roomlight. That casts its dull shadows. From ashtray and c

perfect with the explanation/title. could stand alone without the explanation for me.

 

It lacks plump breasts and a sleek bum. There is no pretty flower, and the sun is no where in sight. Conveys emotion and has a fine quality to to me. and FINALLY, some one besides me spells grey with and E instead of an A.

I shall roll out the 7's for this one.

Knicki

Steady on, just wanted an opinion. I'm going to lay down.

simple, interesting photo! I like what you have done.

Thanks for the comment Rich. I think you are in a minority though. The problem is, I think, its a very personal picture. It was photographed and written at the same time and it was very real. Still makes shudder when I think about it.

Cheer up ye miserable git! Grey skies means trips to the woods, trips to the river, low shutter speeds... unless its those 'orrible drizzle days, the flat featureless clouds that release their contents slowly throughout the day... you look outside and it looks dry, but as soon as you step outside the light tickles massage your face as you look up to the sky... OH HOW those tickles mock me! Go on, they wwwwhisp'r, take out the camera, we're not heavy enough to damage it. We're soooo weak, you have nothing to fear from us... 'NOOO!', I cry, 'You will not get my electronic equipment!' And back indoors I trudge, for some Prozac and The Simpson's complete season collections...

Whatever it is you are drinking, I'll have a pint of it please and some peanuts. I'm not coming out.

grey and gray always puzzles me.

I like this picture a lot!

Thanks Markus. It reminds me of things I dont want to remember.