As soon as I settle myself, the little heads begin to appear: some bold, some timid, some old hands at mooching, some new at the trade. I am, you see, the Peanut Lady.
I thought I had come prepared, just in case. I thought the few peanuts I had stuffed in my pocket would be enough. I didn’t expect the aunts, uncles and cousins to all show up, all so sweetly confident that I would have goodies for them. (Actually, if I didn’t always have goodies for them, there might not be quite so many of them. But that’s another issue.)
Twice I made trips back into the house for more peanuts, my book sitting forgotten, my coffee going cold. And still they kept coming. And so, of course, I kept shooting. Two challenges in that: holding the camera steady and pointed in the right direction in one hand while holding peanuts in another; and making sure my aim is good enough so the chip gets a peanut, not a finger. But I did it, and here are my chips, in living color.