The other day I was in an office building elevator.
The elevator was under construction which made me hesitant to even get in it.
Once inside, I noticed the elevator walls were covered with temporary padding.
I wanted to lay down inside the “padded cell” and take a self portrait.
I was only going up a few floors so I knew I didn’t have time.
I also questioned why I felt such a strong need to take a self portrait in a padded cell?
What does that say about me?
I am way more comfortable behind a camera than in front of it -
And yet, I felt I needed a photo of myself in a padded cell.
I only had my phone with me, and I only had a matter of seconds.
I apologize the above photo forces you to look up my nostrils.
Thank you to everyone who left Blog Name suggestions for my New PT yesterday.
Most of them made me laugh out loud.
If you didn’t stop by yesterday, you can still leave suggestions by clicking here.
(Or you can just read the suggestions left by others!)
P.S. I am coming back to reality from my most recent pain flare up. I’m sorry I haven’t written a post on my photography feed this week. I’ll try to post there soon.
P.P.S. Kudos to New PT for actually improving my flare-up at my last visit. Usually physical therapy aggravates me when I’m flared up. Very promising results!
P.P.P.S. I’ve been so immersed in Newport Beach’s extreme OC culture lately – I feel a strong need to bleach my brain.