pictures...

When on a walk the other day, I asked Ava to take a picture of me. I'm afraid that when I die no one will remember what I looked like since there are very few pictures of me. I HATE having my picture taken, am not the least bit photogenic and the pictures never turn out.

However since I happened to have my hair brushed and some makeup on, I went for it.

PS: Please ignore my freckles. Thank you.


Umm...


Looks like I'm trying to have a staring contest with the camera. Blank, vacant expression.


Err....my mad face?

There were a few of me talking and some with my eyes closed. So finally I stuck my sunglasses on and called it good. :)