Today’s prompt is about photos, by me, of me.
In general terms, I don’t do either. I know, it’s horrible. Looking back many years of marriage, raising Brad, etc. I’ve been in no more than a handful of pictures. I’ve taken…well, none.
Fortunately, that’s Annie’s thing, and she’s managed to squeeze some in.
This is the most recent, really. Annie and Bob and I went to Brookfield Zoo to watch a summer concert/fireworks show thang. That’s a big old bear that the Brookfield folks made into a bench/seat/touristy photo op thang. We just stumbled on it while walking around in a rare quiet spot (in Brookfield, quiet is really rare). And Bob (hi Bob!) snapped the picture.
Not much of a story, no drama. But such is my life.
I do have that awful squint and look more like Pop every day. And what’s up with that smirk?
The pingbacks appear to be busted again so many of you may never see this anyway. Enjoy not-seeing me!
With an image subject like me, no wonder photographers flee in terror!
What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it. (No story behind the photo? Make one up, or choose the last picture you took that had one.)
Ah, I’m supposed to make a story up. “Here’s me and Annie, just before the big bear ate us and chased Bob clear to the parking lot.” Tada!