I like some pics of myself, some not so much, but weāre a picture-taking family so There are always lots of pictures, some of them very unflattering, but oh well.
I take a lot of selfies of Ron and me too...some goofy, some attractive, doesnāt matter. Itās for the memory so I donāt really care what we look like.
Hereās one example. Weād been riding along a coastal road on the bike for a while and needed a break so we parked In a little park right on the beach, threw ourselves down on the grass for half an hour listening to the waves and resting. I have helmet hair and itās a mess. But it just turned into a special time and I wanted to capture that memory
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This ones actually cute. Our first Airbnb adventure.
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We were hanging out with my teen grandkids
and they insisted we do a selfie together with the typical ridiculous āduck-lipsā pose that seems to be all over the young peopleās instagrams etc. The grands had spent the night, and it was the first time Ron had really gotten to hang with them for any length of time. They decided he was ācoolā step-grandpa, and then engaged in this silly selfie photo session with us. It was such an endearing memory.
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The last get together at my daughters house with all the family before everything was locked down. Everyone was sitting around, we were playing some funny/silly interactive game on our phones and Ron inches up behind me and starts poking at my face and being goofy. I threatened to take his pic. He said he didnāt care. There was a lot of banter, the kids egged him on, and I managed to take this....by far one of the more benign ways he was manipulating my face

but it captures the memory. Certainly not flattering at ALL!!
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Well. I didnāt intend for this to get so long. Dammit. But yāall know I canāt shut up.

My only point is that photos for me are sort of just place markers/memory joggers of fun times so it matters less what I look like and more of how they capture the spirit and specialness of that moment in time.
The camera roll on my phone is FILLED with ridiculous, goofy, silly images of us, of family, friends, fun times. And when I scroll through for a look, itās a walk down memory lane and I smile.
