The best and the worst
Although I was the primary photographer on our trip, I did occasionally hand the camera over to Eugene so that there would be a shot or two of me included in our photo albums.
Somehow Eugene managed to take the WORST EVER picture of me. And I mean worst ever. This shot even tops the yearbook picture from my freshman year of high school, wherein I look (as I have always put it) like an albino pumpkin.
This one’s worse.
And it is, of course, Eugene’s favorite picture from the whole trip:
But Eugene also managed to take a really good picture of me. So in order to offset the horror of the above, I give you the best picture (of me) from the trip: