Chemical Billy

was in Maine recently at an undislcosed location for an indeterminate period and time and graciously agreed to meet her lowly and humble photographic servant under the mistaken impression that it might be fun. And given that I'm lousy and local crafts and baking and never think to purchase small token like gifts and am not Russian enough to hand out bread and salt upon meeting, I asked if I might take her photo. And what sort of portraitist am I?

I AM TOTALLY THE SAY 'CHEESE' KIND!

Billy and her noose. "Cheese!"

"Now show me your inner lion! Rar!, I mean 'Cheese!'"

Billy has eyes! "Cheese!"

Now turn around, show me your cool new tattoo, and say 'Cheese!'