This is a rare photo of me without my disguise, I mean, my glasses.
This photo is also rare in that how I felt in the moment (of my picture being taken) is how this picture looks: relaxed, unguarded, content. I like it.
Last summer, sitting around on my parents’ deck and talking to my siblings about life’s rough patches, and being photographed during them, I boasted about some great photos of myself, taken at perhaps my most miserable moment. One of my brothers laughed, and later said that he had a picture like that of himself.
I suppose the moral of this is that it is possible, on occasion, to put a good face on, but a person should not be asked to do that too much. It’s more peaceful when the inside and outside match.