While camping, we managed to sneak in a little hike. Our initial suggestion was met by protests from the Little Guy that he doesn't like hiking. Funny how that once we actually start the hike, he is laughing and running along the path the entire time, almost as if he is enjoying it. Hmm.
I seem to always be trailing behind these three. Every so often, they would stop and wait for me to catch up.
It was around this time last year that I realized my existence in family photos was practically non-existent. Always behind the camera, I was never a part of the action. So last summer, I began to occasionally take a picture of myself as proof that I had also taken part in these adventures of ours. Combined with my non-photogenicity (is that a word? i don't think so but you know what I mean), it is not an easy task. So much to think about. Where to aim the camera. Smile or no smile. Look to the side and maybe upwards a bit to minimize the chin. Maybe try to look soulful, thoughtful. Anyways . . .
Proof that I was there, trailing behind, yelling words of caution to those ahead.