We look so happy in this picture, I almost don't care that I've got some sort of bizarre pool created seventies-guy-sideburn thing going on there. This was a candid shot taken of me and D. in the pool at the house in Cape May where I used to spend summers as a child. We had no idea it was being taken, but I'm happy it exists.
I usually hate photographs of myself - I've a very hard time forgetting the camera is there, and I either look fake or wistful. Or just plain ugly. I was a very photogenic child; what a pity we have to grow up. It's kind of upsetting to think that you peaked out at five.
Anyway, possibly the answer is to distract me with affection, and then snap one quick.
I'll be there this weekend too, but sans D., sadly. Sniff. I never knew you could live with someone and still miss them when parted. It might seem obvious to some, but I'm a pretty cold fish actually, and this still takes me by surprise.