Say Cheese

My children complain. I know they have good reason, and they are right. They are always right.

I have never been great at taking pictures of myself in places. I like to take a lot of pictures, mostly of nothing. Just places, scenery, artistic views that catch my eye. But not of me.

So when I read an email that said I needed to have pictures of me, too, I considered.

I did bring three cameras. My really nice one, lost at the museum in London, was the easiest to use. I have my video camera, which also can take snapshots, and I plan to use for the musicians in Italy. It is more difficult. That leaves me with my iPhone camera. Slick, handy, easy to use.

Unless you are Mae.

We stopped in Beaune, a cute little mideival village in central France, to walk around, get coffee or ice cream and see the area. I decided it was time for a picture.

I found the spot, right in the square. Then I asked Mae to take a picture.

Sometimes I forget things are easy because I do them so often. I didn’t mind the many tries it took to get this photo but Mae grew frustrated. First, you can’t hold the iPhone like any other camera. With the lens just in the back on the corner, it is easy to cover it with your finger. The first picture she took, Mae said she couldn’t see anything.

I had to explain about moving her finger.

The other shots were better but not what I wanted. That was my fault. I don’t mean to be picky, but I don’t like pictures of my feet.

Founded in 1442, Beaune is known for its burgundy wines. It is just the right place for a picture.

Though, perhaps, not to learn how to take one.