Flash? What Flash?

We got a new flash for our camera and getting used to it has been a big learning curve. A big steep, dangerous-when-wet learning curve.

Mistah had to use it on the fly the first time, but finally found a moment to read the manual and practice using it in the privacy of our own home the other day, while I was reading.

Have you ever seen photos of yourself reading? I hadn't. I make quite an excellent subject, because I never move an inch or a muscle, the whole time the camera is trained on me.

But I also never knew -- never had an idea -- that I hold my hand on my face in a weird manner every moment.

I mean, frankly?

This is all new to me.

I *do* this?

I guess I do this.

I should, of course, be focusing on the new flash and how awesome it is . . .

. . . and how awesomely long my feet look . . .

. . . but all I can see is the hand on the face.

Oh wait!

I must have been turning a page or something.

I was, afterall, reading the best novel of the year . . .

Hey, Ellie! Look up!

Hey! Hii! Whaddya reading?! Hi! Love your new flash! How are you? Hi!

Right.