On an entirely different note, I will not be going to Reno. It's far too late in the game.
Jumping again to another topic. Pretty Rectangles (One self portrait included! Ohmygosh, right?):
This first one is of my old track coach. I spotted him walking through the mall today. He didn't recognize me, or at least I don't think he did. He was walking back and forth timing himself. The position of his hand, reminiscent of the sprinter he once was.
This one is of me. I don't like it much, but then again I don't like most pictures of myself.
