In theory it was. I whipped it out of my pocket occasionally and took some pictures. I couldn't really see what I was taking because the glare made it hard to see. Evidently, I haven't quite figured out where exactly the camera is on the silly thing. This one is the best... it's L. (Who, by the way, was a terrific berry picker, outlasting nearly everyone.)
(I'm including these others because I like to make my children laugh. And believe me, they will laugh... so will you.)
Here is K., or is it G.? It's hard to tell. I took one of them both, but they both look like this... a nice picture of my finger.
Here's another one of L.
I guess you can tell that the glare wasn't so bad when I took this one, huh?
K., L., and H. (P. and G., who both seem to be fighting small colds were collapsed in the van.)
So now I have all these strawberries. They taste very good. I suppose I now need to stand up and start doing something with them. I have plans for jam, frozen berries, dehydrated berries, more jam...