I’ve already sent these up to Facebook, but the overlap between my readership there and my readership here is gratifyingly small, so I’ll put them up here as well.
Background: daughter Becky, her mom (my ex) and all three of her young’uns showed up on my doorstep, which gave me an opportunity to show how much better a photographer I am than any of them were.
Yeah, right. This came out well:
Shot by me in my living room. But the ex shot this one in my driveway:
And she was so worried that it wouldn’t come out. Note le visage du canard on grumpy Gramps there.
Oh, and we hit Italia Express for lunch. Everyone was favorably impressed.
(Click-to-embiggen works; it will take you to Flickr.)