The other day, once I emerged from the bathroom all showered, shaved, and with waxed hair, I decided that I looked somewhat cute — this is unusual, so I figured that I should document it, and whipped out the mobile phone.
I learned that a cell phone is not a good example of fine photography, what with it’s tiny, inferior lens; at least it’s better than those disposable cameras that always turn up at family weddings — Kirk, again the finger of blame crookedly twists your way. After seeing the photos from Kirk’s wedding, I almost had face liposuction.
Anyway, here are the photos from the other morning when I looked good. Just in case such a morning doesn’t happen again for a while…
I say post the pics from the wedding and let the public decide… if you dare.