This photo is a self-potrait to some degree. This is my childhood stuffed animal, and he has been through almost everything with me and my brother. His fur is matted an the plastic eyes have been cracked but not broken. I feel this is more interesting than just a photo of my own eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Some would argue an inanimate object cannot have soul, but I would argue against it. Their soul is the love we give them.