He comes trotting down the hill toward me. Is he doing what I think he's doing?
Yes, he is. He positions himself on the step right in front of me and looks up at the camera. Stares right into the lens, he does.
That was not my best smile. Here is a better one. Now, isn't that a much better picture than you were taking before? With me, Chet Baker, in it?
At this point the kids notice that Chet has bombed yet another photo, and they can't believe he took it upon himself to do it, unbidden. I didn't call him--I didn't say a word to him. He just assumed I wanted him front and center. He looks a little hurt that they're laughing and exclaiming at his hamminess.
But he soon recovers his composure and offers me his trademark noble stare into the distance. They're still laughing. Honey badger don't care.
Bacon, you are something else. Just something else. Thank you for immeasurably improving my photos of kids and flowers.