Here’s the thing: I’m capable of taking proper photos (you won’t believe it but my degree is in Film/ Photography). These are from my phone but that’s not the problem (we were tested on little more than box cameras).
There’s only one problem here: Dad caught me! I shoot from the hip cos I like capturing truer shots. Yes, lighting is weird and too often back-lit at that. I’m aware of what’s wrong, Professor! The point is shooting as I walk past and not getting caught (or whilst playing Rudolphopoly!). The older 2 kids are not into getting photos taken anymore, either!
I didn’t include everybody (and lopped off that one guest’s head to not embarrass her by being associated with yours truly) but here are the kids at play:
Sorry, GOF, my dear friend. There’s no uke videos for you this year.
I’ll repost this horrible (quality and what’s going on) video, that I know you love so well! It was of me practicing except Mum interrupted (feature THAT). She goes on and the best part (for me, you may be able to tell, as well) is when she says things like the more obvious, ‘She sang at funerals!’ (like it’s a good thing), I pause. Try not to laugh. Then, try to cover. Sort of, cos it’s me and I end up insulting her anyway! ::redirect:: You also get the Lily Laugh (I get a lot of crap for my deep voice). Then, ‘you’re a woman.’ Pause…::redirect::
This was a song I worked up for Jules–note the slap bracelets. I don’t think I ever got it Jules-worthy but this long out-take still cracks me up!
Yes, it’s out of tune, I lose my place and ya know. Mum.