Every Picture Tells a Story, Don't It

Ever notice that there is a massive difference between what you see in your mirror at home, and when you see a photo of yourself? The home field advantage of a mirror really makes a difference, at least to me at this late stage of my life. 

I look in the mirror and I do see my 67-year-old self with the bald head, gray beard and the passage of time and I'm OK with that. I is what I is.

So, why do pics of me suck so bad? Who is that guy? That's not the same guy I saw in the mirror earlier. That guy's 6'2", 9", @190 pounds; this guy in the photo looks like a schlub!

Why don't we see our same selves in photos at any age? Girls always get the rap of hating their own photos, but guys surely do as well. You get old, you put on some weight and maybe get a little camera shy. I get that. Maybe you can blame iPhones. They say you can make a movie with them now, but they haven't mastered the skill of taking a good picture of me. I look at my driver's license and I can't believe they let me on the road. It looks like a mug shot. 

Oh well, to thine own self be true. I didn't expect with my maternal hairline that I spend my golden years looking like Sam Elliot.  

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