"There, right there."
"And look up?"
"Not straight up, just sort of… up at the sky."
He set his feet, arms at his sides, tilted his head skyward. I found him with the viewfinder, adjusted some settings, and squeezed off a couple shots. I walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. "Want to see?"
He was incredulous. "You're done already?"
"Sure." I showed him the LCD display, scrolled through the pictures until I found the best one. "This is my favorite."
"Beautiful." He stared for a moment, then said with some disappointment, "No need to paint it now, really."
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