I already told you that I had to get professional pictures taken. Thankfully, my friend happens to be a photographer and I knew we’d have an adventure. This post is to document that I’m COMPLETELY unphotogenic and have a natural talent to ruin frames by blinking and/or goofing off.
Amy just wanted a test shot, so I went full-on Napolean Dynamite.
This is what happens when two friends start talking about a dog’s anatomy.
I still would prefer a winking cat picture instead of my face.
No, I won’t confirm that she had to take an extraordinary amount of retakes the next day. No, I don’t know how many pictures I ruined with half blinks or crazy eyes. No, I will not tell you which part of her dog we were discussing. And you’ll never know if I was on my knees in some of these pictures or if Amy is a giraffe.
In the end, Amy did get a couple of good shots:
Here’s to hoping that it’ll be a long, long, long, long time until I have to do that again. But I know of a great photographer!