PHOTOGRAPHY: a requiem for my elph, 2000-2002

Last year, some jerk stole my elph, my favorite bag, and my teenage journals. Dear Thief, thanks for stealing the journals. I can be philosophical about the bag, too. May it serve you well. Regarding the elph, I hope you meet someone, fall in love, decide to make the ultimate commitment, set a date for the magical event, and, with friends and family watching, I hope you develop an explosive case of diarrhea. You are mean and small and, if I ever find you, you will pay.