That's what it looks like - but it's just us and our friends Geoff and Christine, in our kitchen, taken with a delay on my camera.....which altered the perspective to make it seem we are an inch away from the ceiling :)

There are more dramatic examples of changed perspective here.

I remember this picture well. It was taken on my first ever visit to London.

I got it cropped, to remove the cut-off view of my brother, and sent it in to the 'Princess' comic, for their 'meet our readers' page. You got a prize (probably a ten bob postal order) if your portrait was published.

For weeks and weeks and weeks, I looked for my pic.

It never appeared. I can still remember the feeling of disappointment as I opened the page each week and found nothing.

Despite this, I have good memories of this comic, and the others I read in childhood. They would do picture stories of famous women - I can remember loads, including Elizabeth Barrett Browning ('Oh, father, I know I am a poor invalid doomed to spend days on end on this couch with only my little dog Flush for company, so do please let the famous poet Robert Browning visit me from time to time!') and George Sand ('her real name was Amantine Aurore Lucile Dupin and she shocked Paris by wearing men's clothes') . They did English Lit. classics in picture form, also complete with speech and thought bubbles. My favourite was Jane Eyre ('Thinks: Mr Rochester has a secret and it has something to do with the noises in the attic!! ').

This is the only time I have been a bridesmaid. I am far right on the pic.
This happened in summer 1958, in Seaton Carew.
Reg Tweddle, the bridegroom, was my father's cousin. I think he was a barber, like his father Uncle Oswald (Oswald! Who gets called Oswald these days? Or Reg for that matter).
My grandmother, Maggie (nee Tweddle), always referred to Uncle O. as a 'gentleman's hairdresser' (or rather, ' 'airdresser', as she was from Bishop Aukland, or 'Beeshop' and therefore talked funny with H's being dropped where they were needed, and added where they were not, so 'hair oil' became 'air hoyle'....) and I suspect she thought it was a bit posher than barber.
Stella, the bride, was just 18 - 10 years younger than Reg. She was just as beautiful in real life as she is in the picture - I thought the whole wedding was pure glamour, with six (count 'em) bridesmaids, all in different colour dresses. Mine was a rich lemon yellow. I wanted open-toed sandals with an ankle strap (like the other girls are wearing) but for whatever reason, I ended up with the wrong thing (I have T-bar style) and I can remember being quite upset.
The other strong memory is of sitting at the top table eating soup, and placing the whole bread bun in the soup at once (just what we did at home) and my mother watching from afar and cringing, later telling me off for showing up the family's table manners.

My father's father's family came from North Yorkshire. This is a picture of my great-aunt Annie Welford, married to my grandfather's brother Jack, who was a policeman in York ('chief of police' according to family lore, but that could be imagined promotion). She and Jack were so fat, according to my grandmother, that they had to have a special bed made for them (Pot and kettle. Grandma was hardly the early 20th century's Kate Moss).

She and Jack had no children of their own and the kids in this pic are assumed to be from the Benson or the Slater family, from Thirsk, children of one of Jack's sisters, possibly Ginnie.

The sweet-faced little boy (who's rockin' a pudding basin hairstyle-look) is thought to be Howard, who was later to be one of the 1416 casualties of the battlecruiser HMS Hood in May 1941 - but I can't find him as Benson or Slater on the casualty list.

The serious, glowering girls have both got wrist watches on, and necklaces. Big sister holds onto baby bro's hand. From the hair and the clothes, I would guess the year to be about 1910.