It’s been a decade or so since I updated my photos on the web. I guess it’s about time. As you can see, I’ve given up any pretense of youth and opted for the wise old man look. Or is that wizened old man? Either way you look at it (or me) it was high time.
In the near future, photos like the one emblazoned above this blog and the ones on my books’ back covers will be–shall we say–upgraded to version now-point-oh.
Shelley took this shot of me grinning in the back yard wearing my favorite green buffalo plaid shirt, which has born the ravages of time better than its wearer. With all that spring verdure gushing out in the forest behind me, there’s a balance between that which is blooming and that which is wilting. If you can stand it, click the image for a closer view.
I’m okay with all this white hair. Gandalf beware! Your status as first among wizards is under challenge. Mark Twain, I’ve got nearly as much white stuff sprouting out of me as you ever had except maybe out your nose and ears. So watch out. How can a body help but look erudite, wise, party-to-hidden-knowledge, and all those other traits of wizards, scientists and writers when one has such a snowy effusion all over one’s head?
Anyway, that’s how I like to think of it.
