I handed my ticket to the teenager. She ripped it and handed me my stub. “You’re in theater 13, almost all the way down on the right,” she said.
I turned to walk toward A and saw the light, colors, and solitude.
Plus, a bald head always makes a good point of interest in photos.
The scene tempted me to slide my trusty Canon PowerShot S95 from the front left pocket of my jeans. I love this little camera — so versatile and so portable. It’s a treat to use.
Canon PowerShot S95