Bad light, flash straight into the face, told to stand still and look ahead. Nobody was trying to make it a nice picture, and nobody warned me it would be the one that lasted.
I asked whether they wanted a different picture. They said yes, send one over. I sent these. They went back to the first one and have used it ever since.
Which is most of why I come. An hour with nothing pointed at me, and for that hour I am not a picture of anything.
