Well, folks, it has come time to talk about author photographs. Mine, anyway. As most of you know, I am a bit camera shy and was not looking forward to having my photograph taken. I enlisted the help of a wonderful photographer, Danielle Kantrowitz, who is a student in the MFA program in photography at Washington University, to help capture me as me. I specifically didn't want a morose author photo, like so many out there, but I didn't want to look falsely gleeful either. I wanted to look like me, generally good-natured and often on the brink of smiling, of laughter. Danielle and I walked all around my neighborhood last Sunday, me talking my head off because I was nervous and her trying to convince me that I did not, in fact, look freakish. We ended up taking pictures in places I walk past almost every day but haven't noticed, which was a wonderful surprise. Danielle is not afraid to trespass, even though I am timid in this area of the law. One of my favorite spots was in front of someone's front picture window, on the ledge of which balanced several old teapots and curiosities. It's unfortunate that I was caught between perma-smile and somberness in these locations--my mouth, I explained, doesn't understand naturalness right now--because the location was so fitting to represent my bird sisters. The photograph that I ended up choosing was one where I was sitting on someone's front lawn and for me it captures my personality very well. For better or worse. What do you think?