The first photo of the year was a hard one to choose. It could have been any number of things to mark my 50th - birthday cards, balloons, banners, birthday breakfast or birthday lunch
It could have been a shot of my day at the van - blue skies, a walk along the lane behind us or a stroll along the front with the beach and sea as a backdrop.
It could have been a photo of my birthday night out at the casino, but photos aren't allowed.
In the end I chose to mark the beginning of my 50th year in the way I hope to continue it, by stepping out of my comfort zone every now and then.
It is quite simply a photo of myself. In a world of selfies a lot of people would find my reluctance to plaster my mug all over the internet rather odd but I would rather be behind the camera than in front of it.
At the ripe old age of 50 I am beyond pouting, tilting my head to hide double chins or looking coyly into a lens. I've also yet to master filters to make me look less wrinkled and I can only just multi-task by smiling and holding a camera at the same time. What you see is the real me.
It's actually a photo of a photo and the choppy bob hairstyle is still a work in progress but it's not too bad. I'll be happy when photo 2 is posted and this one moves down a few notches.