The Challenge of Solitude – The Selfie

I didn’t think this through.

Sure, I’m happy on my own. I love my solitude. Being alone is awesome and stuff. But I didn’t think this part through. I’ve tried to figure it out from all angles. And it’s incredibly frustrating.

The selfie. Namely, photos. How the heck do I take photos of myself when I’m by myself.

I know it can be accomplished. I used to snap the odd 1990s selfie on a 35mm. But this is a different time. In the age of social media, a selfie must be a selfie. This isn’t a before and after haircut so you can compare in 1997. Heck no. This is a “going to the city” or “annual birthday” selfie. Or I guess that last one would fall under photo category.
At first, I failed miserably at the selfie. Then I thought, mirrors! Mirrors are good. So, every selfie is a mirror selfie.

My birthday photo. Sure, I seem relaxed. Calm. Chilling in a Chicago Blackhawks jersey. When, in reality, I had 10 seconds to position myself on the couch, grab a pillow and look Zen.

Setting up my camera. I’m sure some people stopped outside, wondering “What’s that Karatchuk girl up to now?”

I dragged my kitchen table into the living room. I placed my Canon (the camera, not a chicken cannon) on two large binders. The lens was set to manual focus, and it rested on a copy of “I Am Hutterite.” However, the lens was too low. So, I added stacks of Coop Fuel Up to Win tickets.
As I mentioned, I had 10 seconds. That’s a long time in television. Not so much when you’re trying to fluff your hair, align yourself to the camera and act natural.

I’m learning though. It won’t happen overnight. And it’s about being in the moment and capturing a photo, not capturing the perfect shot and forgetting about the moment. 

And I learned that 250 selfies later.