For those of you who have not had the pleasure,  I present: my front yard.

P.S. I'll have to post it when it's all done, it's already looking a lot better than this.

And this, to the left here, is the one strawberry from my garden that escaped my three year old, and therefore lived to maturity. Photo credit to Mike of course. Hence, the arty-feel to it. I generally do not like what I look like when I know I'm being photographed. I have this "I know you can see me and it makes me uncomfortable" smile, and it drives me nuts. Here, is what I look like when I instead have the "did you get the strawberry in the frame? How bout now?"-look.

 In short, a portrait I don't feel half bad about.