As I mentioned, back on Monday I was interviewed for an upcoming article in The Great Smokies Review, an on-line journal. They also wanted a picture of me to accompany the article.
Now, given my choice, I'd probably as soon go to the dentist as to have my picture taken. Even when I was young and reasonably attractive, I still dreaded the photographer.
But I'm always having to produce a photo of myself when I go to a conference or a book festival or for various publicity related reasons -- there was even a picture of me inside the back cover of my last book -- a picture I paid a professional photographer what seemed like an awful lot of money for -- and didn't actually like very much.
Plus that picture is five or six years old. Time has marched on.
So when Elizabeth Lutyens who edits the journal said that her partner would be there to take some pictures of me -- and that he is a professional photographer who used to work for LIFE, well, I knew this was an offer I couldn't refuse.
Michael Mauney spent well over an hour trying to get a decent picture of me. He was so nice and so patient that the whole thing was actually kinda fun.
At one point Michael asked me how I'd like to look in the pictures.
"Like Sophia Loren -- forty years ago," I told him.
"So would she," he snorted.
Michael's a terrific photographer but not a magician. The pictures look like Vicki, all 67 years of me. I'm pleased with them.
One of these four I like best just as a composition; another I think makes me look the best.
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