I like to imagine this picture as a weathered, long-saved snapshot in someone’s collection of bizarre momentoes.

It would accompany this letter on faded yellow paper:

Dearest Eleanor,

Thank you for your kind inquiries. The honeymoon was over before it began. Gerald has left me, taking all of our survival gear, and I am reduced to eating beans out of a can in the Bonny Doon hills of California. Saw the legendary Santa Cruz polar bear with her young, picture enclosed. Little guy almost looks human, doesn’t he?

Anyway, I am ruined, and have vowed to exact my revenge on Gerald and his loved ones. I hope I may count on your support.

Your old friend,

Richard