As a rule, I avoid having my picture taken.
I am not photogenic. My eyes are usually closed. I always have a look of impatient suffering on my face.
Plus, I agree with those remote jungle tribes people that a camera steals one’s soul. (In a few years, that will be scientifically proven.)
This past weekend I made an exception to my rule. I let Loyal Yard Dude Alex take a bunch of pictures of me in my bee suit. Yes, really.
I’m a sight to behold.
Is there any garment less flattering than a bee suit? I don’t think so.
I volunteered to be a source for an article about women taking up pursuits outside their comfort zone. Theoretically, that was beekeeping. Truthfully, being photographed made me way more uncomfortable than the 10,000 or so bees I was handling.
And then the Loyal Yard Dude got stung on the forehead by one of the Mean Bees.
Just another Saturday on Columbia Parkway! 🙂