a tale of two Werneburgs
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a 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..