Spring, 1979

I don't like many photographs of me.
The ones I do like are:
Somewhat flattering (obviously)
and
Have some sort of story, or oddness, or strange juxtaposition in them.

i like this one because it's sort of a dreamy victorian portrait of me, enhanced by my clutch on a Miller Lite beer. : )

This is a polaroid that was cut at some point. The color has degraded but it looks cool - almost underwaterish green.
Taken in Springfield, Vermont.