One of the things that my lovah gets a real charge out of is taking “natural” pictures of me during picture-taking events. The more natural, the better, as far as he’s concerned. Candids. Usually about the time I’m just getting posed up, often in mid-sentence, checking my teeth, etc. I end up with a portfolio of flattering photos that could make a supermodel cry with envy.
Here’s the Almost-Elvis-Snarl:
The Mid-Conversationer:
The Sneaker-Upper:
And the ever-sexy Teeth-Checker:
A vacationing history of unflattering….er….Natural Moments.