#10-N/A: Picture of a Picture (self-portrait lite)

This is SO not art.

Dave and I were at our new favorite restaurant, Justine's, tonight. I've eaten there twice. Yesterday and today. I was there last night with some new friends and liked it so much that I was more than happy to take Dave back the very next night so he could try it too. I think he liked it even more than I did, which is ridiculous.

I won't bore you with food descriptions, except to say it was just so so SO delish. But this is a boring photography post, not a boring food post. So, I will bore you with the picture instead.

This is a picture of a picture I wanted to take. I didn't have my camera with me. I actually don't carry it wherever I go, because sometimes I just don't want to be in photography mode. Sometimes I want to be connected and engaged, and that's just not easy with a camera distracting me. Tonight, I wanted a nice little quite dinner, in a nice little east side restaurant, with my nice little spouse. The camera was not a part of that scenario. But, while there, I saw two pictures that I really really wanted to take, but couldn't. C'est la vie, I say. (And I say it in my best French accent, because we're at a French brasserie!)

However, sometimes I will still take a picture of the picture I wanted to take. The vision is utterly mutilated by my camera phone, but it reminds me, and sometimes I want the reminder.

Here's my picture of my picture:

This was taken in the bathroom stall of the restaurant. It was lit with candles and had a scratchy, broken mirror on the wall. I think it could have made a really great picture. 

But who knows? Maybe it would've sucked.