A portrait of the artist

Good photos of me are quite rare, as my abortive attempts at self-portraiture show, and friends of mine who are any good at photography don’t live near enough to get shots of me (unless they have really good telephoto lenses).

Until now.

As mentioned on the family blog, we recently did a photo shoot with Di, who we’d met earlier this year, and miraculously she managed to produce some images of myself that I can stand to look at (which is not to say that usually I can’t stand looking at her photos, but usually I can’t stand looking at myself).