It turns out the picture was the farthest thing from the truth. I couldn’t pick her out of a crowd.
How did we get to a point where we massage our photos to the point where they don’t look like us? At all! What’s the point anyway?
In my head I look differently than I do in the mirror. I assume that the mirror is wrong and I’m ok with that. I don’t change pictures so I look like the latest fad. Ok, I may zap out an age spot but moving stuff around? No! (I don’t know how to do that but I wouldn’t anyway. Your friends know where your nose is and how big it is.)
Afterward I revisited the company’s website and I didn’t recognize anyone from the people I saw at the shop. They must have some photographer working for them. Maybe I’ll have him do my obit picture.