This is a bit scary, and a bit liberating at the same time. It's kind of like I'm showing the world who I am. Anyone who knows me knows that I rarely allow myself to appear in pictures. I guess it's just one of those psychological things that come with body dysmorphia. I tried therapy back in 2003, and the psychologist told me I had a distorted view of myself. I didn't have much faith in her ability to convince me that what I saw in the mirror was a beautiful person, so I stopped going after a few sessions.

Since moving into this apartment I've been fascinated by the glow the street lights cast in my bedroom. I snapped this shot around 1 a.m. this morning with my Nikon D80 on a tripod (a six second shutter speed, and a 3.3f stop).

Those rare occasions when I'm brave enough to step in front of the camera are like major breakthroughs for me. Someday, when I have the time and energy to put my thoughts in writing, I'll tell you about the period of my life in which I went nearly a year without seeing my own reflection.