The only photos I appear in these days are those taken in pop-up photo booths, the sort which are set up at weddings and events with a backdrop and a table-full of props (wigs and sunglasses and weapons and such) for people to ham it up with.
When I started this blog I don’t think these photo booths existed. Now they’re everywhere. But I suppose it’s good for people like me, the people in the families taking all the photos who are nearly invisible when they’re dead.
A series from a recent dinner. It was fun.