I grew up in the 60s and 70s. My parents took photographs on special occasions only. I remember my mother with an old box brownie camera, though they updated to a film camera later. Years went by and we didn’t have photographs taken, except for the obligatory school and class photographs, dancing photos, and those in sports teams or at sports events. I can’t think of a single photo of the whole family together when we were children. I compare this to Charlie, who is a pro at posing, though I guess having a photographer mother is a help. But it just wasn’t something that ever came naturally to me.
Hence my aversion to photographs. I don’t mind taking photos if I have veto rights over whether they are ever seen by another living being or not. But in general, I try not to be in too many. I prefer to be behind the camera.
When we travel, we tend to travel alone – my husband will take the occasional photograph of me, and I’ll photograph him more regularly. On the rare occasion we’ve been with friends, we might get a photo of the two of us. We met friends in Poland in 2013, and they took some good ones – photos I actually took copies of and sent to my mother and gave to my in-laws! That is rare indeed.
Usually we get photos together if we’ve asked a waiter to take a photo at a restaurant, or if we’ve taken a photo of another couple of tourists, and they’ve offered to take one of us. But getting someone else to take a photo of you is risky. We got someone to take a nice one of us in Gibraltar, after I’d taken a perfect one of them (if I do say so myself). I set it up for them, but of course, then they moved and lost the angle of the rock, which was the whole point of the picture. Sigh.
How often are you in photos?