My scars of happiness . . .”



I love all those crinkles, wrinkles, laugh lines–the “scars of happiness,” as poet Taylor Knott Gregson describes them. Tweak your nose if you must, Mr. A, but I hope there is never a need to actually tamper with the proof of your laughter, the visible symbol of that bonhomie you so splendidly embody. The promo photos, the official head shots, they will continue to be retouched, the lighting and cosmetics used to give you a more youthful look for the camera; still, we are glad to see the “real” you, that wonderful character shining through, displayed in every perfect imperfection.

About fedoralady

I'm an LA native--Lower Alabama, that is. My husband of more than 30 years and I live here on a portion of my family's former farm with two gorgeous calicos and a handsome GSD mix. My background is art education, and over the years I've been a teacher, department store photographer, sales associate and a journalist. My husband, his business partner and I have Pecan Ridge Productions, a video production company, for which I shoot & edit video and stills and manage marketing. I also still write part-time for the local paper. I love movies, music, art, photography and books, and my tastes in all of them are eclectic.

8 responses »

  1. And another great speech of defense. I feel reassured by your post – I have those visible “scars” of happiness too (and struggle with having them). I guess they are good lines. Hiding them is sacrilege!

  2. I love his crinkles. “Scars of happiness” – reminds me to focus on my laughter lines, not the age ones I can’t see past when I look in the mirror 😉

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