I don't usually take our fam photos anymore. I have a great friend/photographer for that job. This year, however, in a pinch I grabbed my tripod and we struggled through.
First with the weird faces. . .
Then, with the kids moving while the camera focuses so that the best pic in the whole bunch is BLURRY.
So we take what we can get, weird positioning and all. It's a better representation of us than anything perfect anyway. ;)
Or we just resort to phone selfies. Those work for me.
And hiding Dave's pale arms that reflect too much light. ;)
Miley's toothlessness forever documented. ;)
Well my girls are pretty cute, so we'll be happy with these pics. Until next year. . . I am storing away the tripod indefinitely. . . but probably not my phone.
And in the middle of pictures we had to cross the river to save a stupid kid who got his leg stuck under a boulder. I don't even know how, but that kid sure could scream and panic. Dave lost the coin toss and ventured across. Chivalry is not dead, but it is cold. Brrrr.
That ended our photo session with some soggy shuffling to the car. ;)























