I finally managed to convince the husband to take some shots of me over the last weekend. Easy it definitely was not, especially for a man who believes that simply pointing with an iPhone cam at something yields a good shot. ‘If I can see what’s on the pic, then it serves its purpose‘. How could I possibly oppose such an argument? So after a crash course in lighting, in-camera cropping and composition (which translated into ‘sun, zoom and can you please exclude the trash bin from the shot’), the outcome was pretty good. It seems like there’s a new photographer on the block.