Here's a recent photo of me. Forgive the camera -- I've never figured out how to take a picture of myself without it being there. When I take photos of myself now, as I near the half-century mark (I have until August 27th), it's usually on a dare. I imagine I have thousands and thousands of photos of my children and The Husband and probably only twenty or so of me. This is not because I am generally the photographer in the family but more purposeful -- I am vain, and it's the stuff of bourgeois nightmares. I am thinking about a photographic essay, though, titled Self-Portraits in a Barbie Bathroom with a Black Camera: