Don’t Let Strangers Take Your Picture

Today in Maine I confirmed that I brought all the wrong clothes. We started the day out in the fifties and here I am with shorts and tee shirts. It really didn’t matter in the morning since my friends and I idled away our time telling stories over fresh fruit and Maine Blueberry muffins. After so many hours sitting in the kitchen we decided we needed to venture out to the real world to show Shannon the beauty of the Maine Mid-coast.
Once out in the elements it was apparent I needed some warmer clothes so we stopped in Camden and did a little shopping for winter clothes. It was so great to have Shannon, Julie and Warren to pick clothes out for me so I just had to throw things on in the dressing room, eventually finding a couple of warmer items.
Back out in the elements I added a new layer to my original outfit so I was beginning to look more like a bag lady, but I was much warmer. When we got to the beautiful Camden library we tried to get a group shot. Warren took a nice one of Shannon, Julie and myself.  
Then we tried to do a selfie to have all four of us together. Obviously we were making quite a scene because a couple of tourists watching from across the street could not stand seeing us trying to take our own picture. The husband sauntered over and offered to take our picture while his wife remind far away from us.

I reluctantly handed over my phone to the large man, hoping he could get a better shot. I should have micro managed this stranger the way I do all my friends because I could tell from the angle he held the phone that it was not going to be good. After he took a number of pictures he handed back my phone and I thanked him profusely, but did not dare look at the pictures in front of him because I am sure my face would show my displeasure.
We continued on our tour eventually heading home to change for our dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, Primo, where they grow all the vegetable they serve. After the most yummy dinner of squash blossoms and duck we toured the gardens. Of course we took pictures at dinner and in the gardens.
After our big day together laughing, talking, eating and visiting we came back to Warren’s house to play games and look at the pictures from our day. That is when I first looked at the shots taken by the kind stranger. Without a doubt they were the worst pictures with the people only taking up about five percent of the shot.  
Despite the lack of documentation of our fun day today it was the best. I am happy to have at least one terrible group shot. Tomorrow I will try and get another, but I am going to pick the photographer and set the whole thing up in my bossy way.