I grabbed my fleece jacket and climbed the stairs. I dressed in doorway to the cabin. I felt kind of light headed and my stomach was broadcasting signals that the moment was near. I tried to sit in the wind and look out to the horizon. I just couldn’t hold back.

“Say cheese!” isn’t just cliché, it’s often an annoucement of surrender from the camera-holder. The chance to capture a personal portrait has been squandered by asking everyone to act unnaturally and just smile (invariably while blinking).