This blog is all about me. There, I said it. They’re all my stories, sometimes about my friends. I tell the tales and I write what I want to.
But when it comes to photos, they’re mostly ones I take of others. Hardly anyone ever snaps one of me. So on a recent solo trip to Canada’s Gulf Islands, I decided to make a point of taking some photos of myself: fun, selfish, or selfie?
Whatever you want to call it, taking your own picture is hard, especially if you want something that doesn’t involve mugging for the camera or running hard and trying to look calm, since you’ve only got a few seconds to pose before the shutter opens.
In this shot I’ve almost managed to get back to my seat in time to look like I’m steering the boat. Composition matters in any picture, but in a self portrait, the things that are wrong really stand out (for me at least). It wasn’t until I reviewed the pictures that I noticed the socks drying on the back deck, the drysuit on the floor that should have been properly stowed, and my right foot completing the last move in a Russian dance.
I figured out how to operate the self timer on my camera and enjoyed using a Gorilla Pod (a tripod with prehensile legs). I even learned to run a GoPro camera via a tablet. Sort of. It definitely has a place on an expedition, I just haven’t figured out what that place is yet.
In the end, the photos I tried to take of myself seemed, if not selfish, intrusive. Setting the scene, arranging the equipment, checking the details, rushing back to my seat, all seemed more effort than it was worth. I preferred finding a bystander when I could, and hoping they knew something about taking a decent photo.
But going to Canada? It was entirely worth it.