Saturday, The Man and I drove over and spent the day with my parents, since we won’t see them for awhile. We ate Mexican food out, then came back to the house for coffee, dessert, dominoes, conversation, and a lot of laughing.
Before leaving, I pulled out the camera for a photo. If you’re a fellow-self-portrait-user, you know full well that sometimes things work out better than others, and there’s always a bit of testing the waters before you finally get a shot you can all live with.
Not having a tripod with me (which I seldom do) makes for some interesting angles and outcomes, to say the least. Heads chopped off. People missing. Too far away. Camera pointing skyward. People talking. Nobody paying attention. That sort of thing. Ten seconds isn't very long to get people situated and make a mad dash to get in the shot yourself. Even if you do the two-shot thing, it's still a challenge and not the ideal conditions.
But in my family, the real fun is in getting to that final shot, especially if my dear old dad is in the mix. Saturday, he was in his usual fine form, telling funny stories left and right, between every take. By the time the planets aligned and the camera didn’t tip over, we were all smiles. And that’s the goal of a good photograph after all, isn't it? "Everybody smile!"
Linking with Little Red House for Mosaic Monday.