Arms Up Photography: The Universe Amiss

Today I was *supposed* to meet a fellow photographer and very nice dude, Von McKnelly, to get some portraits done of me, since I was having no luck at taking photos of myself.

But, I got lost.

Now, for the record, I have been to the Central West End many times. And though I admit that I am VERY directionally-challenged, I am usually fine when I know where I'm going.

The directions were simple: meet at 2 at the St. Louis Bread Co.

I couldn't find the building. All the Google directions I looked up put me in front of either Starbucks on Maryland or Coffee Cartel. I walked up and down the streets, wandered, looked, drove around. How do you LOSE a St. Louis Bread Co.?

I felt better after talking to a friend who lives in South City, who confirmed I was not in the correct area and the building actually looked like a bauhaus version of St.L Bread. But I still felt bad for standing Von up, who was nice enough to wait and catch up on his reading waiting for my ditzy self to find him... which, alas, I did not do.

I gave up and came home, but I was excited about the portraits still, and disappointed because they didn't happen, so I tried myself.

Focusing correctly and framing well are difficult from the end of your arm. I tried a tripod first; but was frustrated with running back and forth to beat the timer.

Anyway, the title of this blog was inspired by my dear friend Pamme, who also had one of THOSE days today, along with me and a lot of other people (says the Facebook friend list). Much love to you all who suffered through the day with me. Tomorrow marks a new month - maybe August just wanted to go out with a bang. Hopefully September starts with a caress.

Here's the pictures I ~~took~~ tried to take of myself: