I'd wanted to do a bit of a parody of an overdone and very cliched shot. Sadly, I'm a slow thinker, and I'm awful at self-portraits. My patience for doing them is shorter than my attention span.
By the time I'd figured it out, the sun was too high in the sky, and I'd be freaking forever softening the shadows in the edit. And besides, there's no mature content warning about looking at old farts, even if you call me a 'mature' fart.
So I just said "screw it" and pulled on an old shirt. I'm number 5 today, apparently.
I still have to do the yardwork, but I thought I'd get this done beforehand, because afterward, I'll just be covered in plant snot and protein.