All of my posts include photos. I use them as a crutch because I’m not confident about my writing. But I rarely, rarely post pictures of my daughters. A blog isn’t a closed environment like Facebook. It’s public domain and I think caution should be exercised. And I’ve never posted a pic of my bride. She prefers to remain anonymous and I respect that. If I was married to me, I’d want to remain anonymous too. [Obligatory self-deprecating humor.]
The exception has been on my birthday. That would be today. I always post a photo of me and the girlies on my birthday. I’ve meditated on why I allow this annual indulgence and have decided it’s simply my monstrous egomania. Look at me! I might as well surrender to my urges and create a Facebook page.
This is me + the younger.
Here’s me + the older.
Here’s a bonus photo of Central Park. That white building is The Plaza Hotel. This is one of the spots where I have my lunch (weather permitting). Let me tell you something…a baloney sandwich tastes a hell of a lot better when you look up and see this in front of you. You can ignore the bits of bone in the lunch meat.