I’ve been holding these antlers for a long time. My wife doesn’t know how to work the shutter. It’s simple: press down half-way to focus the shot, then press down to take the picture. It’s 98 degrees in Phoenix. We stopped growing grass years ago. Gravel is so much easier: it only has to be swept back off the paths now and again. The antlers are hard to hold while my wife cautiously presses the shutter button. She’s afraid of the camera, obliquely. It’s the face it shows her, she doesn’t like the way she photographs. You can remove the plaque and wall-mount it. Jesus, take the picture, finally. Any offer will be considered.