a tale of two Werneburgs
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2010.10.15
I've had occasion to have both myself and my son photographed for official purposes, recently. Really no comparing the results.
the boy, aged 2¾
me, aged 39¾I guess there's a morale in there like "Love yourself and your family and don't go drinking お酒 with your friends." But, ah, who'd I be to trot that out.
P.S. Yes, I'd ridden my bike to the driver's license place with no helmet, and yes I've since had a haircut. Funny enough, Kenny's photo was more or less an action shot .. he refused to sit still for the photographer and happened to hold a usable pose for a fraction of a second while the photog blasted away..