On our way down to Sunset Beach a few weeks ago, Jen and I stopped at Johnson’s Peaches. Johnson’s, for the un-initiated, is a disturbingly busy little peach stand along route 220 in Rockingham, North Carolina. We stopped for some “red” peaches at the insistence of my mother, a botanical mistake which lead to a story I’d rather not tell.
Pops recommended the ice cream at Johnson’s… Peach? I don’t do “peach”… Butter Pecan? Yes. Please. I don’t know if it was the 95 degree heat or the lack of a suitable lunch, but that was some of the tastiest ice cream I’ve had…even the peach.
Now to the point of this post. As Miss Davis will tell you, throughout our adventures, it is not uncommon for me to pop out my camera and snap off a few in-your-face pictures. In all of this time, in all of these pictures, I have never caught a thief in action. Until now. Picture 13,522 on my Nikon D300. My 5th digital camera.
…and here is the proof. Look deep in to Miss Davis’ eyes. Her left eye, to be precise. See it? No? Scroll down a bit…
Busted. While trying to preserve a memory for the rest of our lives, she steals from me. That hurts. Deep.
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