“Are you sure you can do this?” Linda asked.
“It’s going to be fine,” Roy said. He opened up the camera case in his lap as he sat behind the steering wheel and pulled out an old Canon AE1. Its shoulder strap unfolded and hung downward.
Linda looked out the passenger side car window and across a dirt parking lot to where people were gathering at a southwestern Native American reservation. “I don’t know. They may not like having their ceremonies being photographed.”
“I’m sure that’s only private ceremonies,” Roy said unworriedly.
“You sure have taken a lot of pictures on this vacation. We’re supposed to be relaxing, not driving all over the place,” Linda complained mildly. “We really should get on the road. We’ve both got to be at work on Monday.”
“Just a few more, promise,” Roy reassured as he pulled out a roll of film from the…