I guess I can’t blame Atlas
I am traveling down memory lane via my photos and found this one. It was taken in 2002, on a trip to Seattle to visit a friend who was studying at Bastyr. My expression made me laugh because it is so very typical.
It is near impossible to get a decent photo of the pup and I. Whenever he is in focus (he’s a rather wiggly pup who doesn’t like to face away from me), I have the strangest expressions on my face. They are hard to describe, but it’s like I’m giving a little meuw. [I made up the word but that’s what it looks like.] It’s usually because I’m saying something to him at the time, trying to get him to stay still and look at the camera. Naturally, I blame him for these faces.
However, this expression is actually very common in my family. It shows up in photos of me, my mom, and a few of my sisters all the time. Apparently we all like to talk when our photo is being taken. Anyway, since this photo is pre-Atlas, I guess I can no longer blame him for my funny faces. Clearly, it’s all me.
[By the way, I still have that jacket, and those Tevas, and I still love them.]