Carrying a beaut little collapsable tri-pod made self-timed photography much easier than it has been in the past, when I've had to balance the camera precariously on a termite mound or too low in the grass on my pack...
Gabby spectates:
Gabby looks displeased with me dropping my bow arm, and is probably embarrassed by my plumber's crack, hoping to herself that I won't stoop so low as to show the pictures on TradGang:
She seems happier in this one:
She's shot-through, obviously having found something more interesting: