i've been doing weird self-portraits for years, usually only for lack of a companion. this set of photos was particularly challenging, and i have plenty of shots of just my butt in the camera to prove it. ten seconds just isn't quite enough to hurl yourself down some steps and into a balanced handstand, but i did get one good shot.
my facial expressions are positively tragic with visible effort. i don't think many breakdancers aspire to look like hungry jackals.
and later in the locker room of my gym, i decided to try some tricks in a dress.
i've been packing all day. i have a mere two weeks left in my dear little bug-infested paradise. i've lived here longer than i've lived anywhere alone, so it will be strange, strange to leave it in someone else's hands.
the lushness makes a leafy cave on the path up to my house. goodbye falling-down house.