A few years ago, I started taking self portraits on my birthday—as many self portraits as my age that day. (It was my friend Brett Howell’s idea.) I think I started this tradition when I turned 44. 

Yesterday I took 53 self portraits on the occasion of my 53rd birthday and I think this is my favorite one yet. It takes all day to do this, but as soon as I started, I told Amy, “I’d forgotten how fun this is!”

In an effort to mix it up a bit, this year I decided to hit the road, so my son and I drove up in the mountains to a tiny town called Duchesne. (It was about 20 degrees while we were there, walking around.) Not much to see in Duchesne, but I really dig small towns.

Enjoy!

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