Silver is Just a Pretty Word For Gray.

This is a photo of my first gray hair, taken in 1990. (It’s in my bangs, front and center.)  I was 34. I was untroubled by a gray hair. I actually thought it was kind of neat.

This is a photo of me in 2005 with the late, great, Winston . My gray roots are just starting to peep out of the hair dye that I decided to stop using. Yes, I am 49 years old. Notice how Winston totally rocks the gray fur. I hoped that I would look half as awesome in my true color!

This (below) is a photo taken of me in my backyard earlier this month, with Lickety, one of my feral cats. He showed up in the backyard in the Summer of 2008 and as you can see, he is completely fierce and wild. Savage. Like a miniature tiger. We are all very afraid of him and his ferociousness.

I took a look at this photo and I got a mild case of Capgras syndrome. That’s what happens when people become convinced that someone close to them has been replaced with an identical-looking imposter. I saw a Vivian-looking person in the photo but what was with all that gray hair?

I’m not vain, really I’m not. But this is why my Author Photos are all in black and white.