Do you find that if you are the one who usually takes the family photos there’s a dearth of images of you?
Having downloaded a recent crop of pictures from Son’s birthday and Father’s Day, I noticed that amongst the 30 or so photos there was not one of me. It’s true that I hate pictures of myself, so I’ll not be ushering anyone else to get behind the camera and start clicking it in my direction. However, for the sake of posterity, it’d be nice to see that I too was there. It’d be nice to know what I was wearing on that particular occasion, or how fat/thin/wrinkled/drunk I was.
Instead there are pictures of the table setting.
The preparation of the alternative birthday cake.
The Finnish Boston cake with a new twist of blueberries as well as cinnamon butter.
And here, a picture of my hand. So I was there after all!