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Finally, because we couldn’t stand to read another review and because it seemed like we could be reading about it forever (when we would rather be reading other things, say like at long last getting back into Veronica, for example) and because we needed one yesterday and not after wading through choices for weeks to come, we simply bought the much-touted pedestrian Canon Powershot. Even as we paid for it, other consumers approved our purchase. “My friend — he’s a photographer — told me to get it — very easy camera. ‘Any girl can use it,’ he told me,” confided the middle-aged woman, who hurried off once it sunk in what she’d said as C. dug his wallet out of the back pocket of the jeans clothing his not feminine backend. Now we are learning our very easy camera.

On a walk through the neighborhood, at the end of our street, C. snapped this, holding out the camera at arm’s length. He is a bit taller than I, claro. The red tint is from the sun going down, which is more obvious in the next shot, taken a few moments later. Same location, but the opposite direction. That is, the street ends at the Ashley River, and this shot is facing the river rather than aiming down the street. (C. in silhouette, left)