Accomplishing this wasn't easy. The only professional photographer I know works weird hours as a 9-1-1 dispatcher, and I didn't want to show up at her job and have her be distracted with saving lives when I needed head shots. Jason is usually good for taking pictures, but he is not good at letting me look at all 60 pictures before deciding I hate them all and demanding retakes. So it was just me and my camera's delayed timer option.
I didn't realize until I uploaded the picture to my computer that there were still a few lessons I needed to learn about perspective. Look closely, friends. There's a tree branch in that shot that looks like it's trying to pick my nose. I headed back out to try again.
One hundred and forty-seven photos later, I finally had a usable shot. Eagle-eyed critics will note that the image is slightly out of focus, to which I say "Move your face closer so I can slap you." I wasted twelve hours of my life trying to get a usable picture, not to mention having my nose violated unpleasantly more than once. This is the picture that you will have to live with on my site for the next year. I figure it'll take me at least twelve months to recover from this experience.