Help me figure out this odd encounter w/woman & baby.

I wanted a photo of my baby and myself so I stood in front of a big mirror I had and put my baby on the couch and took a photo of the 2 of us and it came out pretty good ! I guess as long as there was reports of a baby being kidnaped on the news that night everything is cool with the mom and baby. . I hope she wasn’t trying to steal some personal info from you.

I took a selfie with my Polaroid when I needed a picture of myself for a college class, and my roommate was out. It came out OK, as Polaroids go. My brother also took a selfie at day camp when he was about 10 years old; IIRC, it was the same roll on which he took a picture of the toilet - something our parents didn’t find as amusing as we did. :stuck_out_tongue:

You know, it only takes a little whiskey in the bottle to make one pop right off.

No, but only because camera viewfinders were designed for the picture-taker to be behind the camera. There was simply no way to tell from the front of the camera if you had gotten it aimed right, if you were properly in frame, and/or if the right landmarks were visible in the background.

Hence folks routinely asked nearby friends or strangers, “Could you take a picture of (me/us)?” Possibly adding “With the (landmark) in the background?”

While I do hate the phenomenon of … inserting yourself into the scene you intended to capture. Like the woman who was being evacuated from a recently crash-landed plane. I totally understand the urge to film that. I totally don’t understand the urge to point the camera at your own face.

But if what you want is a picture of yourself, there is absolute nothing wrong with taking such a picture. And since you are capable of taking it yourself, why not?

My family has a similar story:
The original photo was taken roughly 1960 : on the sofa in my aunt’s living room sat my great-grandfather, his oldest son (my grandfather), HIS oldest son (my father), and his oldest son (my brother, an infant).
The second photo was taken about 25 years later. Same living room, same sofa, this time the far left was my grandfather, then my father, then my brother, then his infant son.
My father did live long enough to become a great-grandfather, but not long enough to see his oldest grandson become a father, so those two photos of 4 generations are the end of the pattern.

She may have wanted everyone to know she was OK.