Margaret has been getting more conscious of the mechanisms involved in taking pictures, and in the pictures themselves.
Actually, she’s a raging narcissist, who can spend hours looking at pictures of herself.
And that’s what she was doing this afternoon when she asked me to take her picture.
So I did, and it looked like this.
This was a little too angsty, so I told her to smile for a picture. She looked at me blankly, so I demonstrated.
It worked.
But she wasn’t completely in the frame, so I asked her to smile again.
Humph.
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