Trying to get a picture of me

This is what happens when I hand Rob the camera and say, "Take a picture of me!" in a cheerful encouraging way.


He tries to be all artsy and probably tries discourage me from asking him too often.

First he holds it above his head, fine-whatever.


Then he takes one cutting off my head.

Oh that's helpful.
All the while he's smiling slyly.

 

By now I am stiff and blurry.
I see now why there are so few photos of me existing in our lives.