I’m in the process of culling our Dubrovnik shots (approx. one century behind), and remembered this iPhone gem. It’s terrible and completely unflattering, but in my world funny beats vanity. Every time.
We somehow trapped each other in an inadvertent double psych-out to climb the walls in the middle of a squall. The uncertainty in my expression is me wondering just how much I could reasonably blame Rob. The coalface of relationship maths.