My Aunt Kay is notorious for decapitating relatives – in photos, anyway. All Freudian implications aside, the woman simply cannot take a decent picture. Her compositions are awful (i.e. why is the cake the only thing in focus in all her birthday shots?) and when she does manage to get a clear image of someone’s face, they are inevitably doing something unflattering: gaping in mid-yawn, chewing a big mouthful of food, or sneezing. The woman is certainly consistent; I will give her that. Nevertheless, do we forbid Aunt Kay from waving her camera around at family functions? No, we just…