It was quickly made clear that NONE of the adults were trusted to take photos properly. (There’s a whole set of expectations, including certain cropping angles, no feet, etc. that we are apparently too old and unhip to get, or even be taught.)
So they switched off taking photos, and at one point, poor Franny was actually taking both phone photos and digital photos, juggling them in her hands. Hero of the revolution, I suppose. 🙂
