As an exercise to help me get more comfortable with this, I am publicly posting the photos that were taken of me during Hollywood Cemetery's rose work day a few weeks ago. Some are okay, some are not-so-okay, but all of them appear to be true representations of my expressions that day.
Me with Mabel, one of the Hollywood staffers that I adore, before we got started.
Giving instructions to the group. I can see the frustration on my face, as things were a bit confused while I divided the group into teams.
Group photo. Can you find me? Notice that I am distracted by something ... I guess my mind was elsewhere.
Richmond Rose Society members. I'm okay with this one. At least I was paying attention.
Photo + talking = awkward.
Last week, after my program at the Chesapeake Bay Garden Club, one of the members wanted to take a photo of me with the club president for their newsletter . I was dressed professionally, and my hair and make up were done, but I still panicked a little inside. I did it anyway, without protest or hesitation ... I'm getting better.
