Smile

I'm not smiling. I came across this post on Colin Pantall's blog this morning. It made me smile. I associate smiling with Happy Housewives in T.V. commercials doing laundry and making whites whiter and the jokes my father used to tell. Smiling is not bad on its own. It's just those frozen smiles that are so wearying. I'm no fan of the perma-frown, either. Bad news. I learned some time ago that if I make the same face that a person I am looking at makes, I can simulate his or her emotions. Hers, actually. It has saved me a lot of trouble. Try it. You'll see. Let your face go plastic and get the expression exactly. I know right away whether a person will like me or not. Scoff. Go ahead. It works for me.

I shot in the studio last night. It all went bad. I don't have that old joie de vivre. I tried to begin a new series, but the attempt was half-hearted. I've joined the walk of the dead. I'll look through the photos today. Who knows? Maybe there is a photo or two there.