James Robert, from about 100 feet out.
While I was people watching - at least I think they were people - this group lined up for photos, and by the time I noticed, I had time to quickly snap this one picture before they scattered to the four winds.
People, with names I'm damned if I remember.
Looks like one of those putti (no, not cherub - I looked it up.) from those Renaissance paintings.
A quick, tense, wave.
Sean, looking a bit smug, while in a half-hearted head-lock.
Chandler, doing his squirrel imitation.
I believe this one of Holly's daughters.
Slow. Deep. Breaths.
James, and James Robert, wondering what the Hell I'm telling them to look at.
James Robert, Sean and some of James Robert's friends - one of whom seems to have been startled by the cake.
"And you're sure that's really a human?"
Trouble - a variety pack.
James, James Robert, and Sean, wondering what the Hell I'm telling them to look at.
Chandler, relaxing after the carnage.
Sean, with some blurry people.
The paparazzi goes insane - well, maybe just a bit - at the edges.
That one guy, doing that thing he likes to do.
"You - camera guy, you eyein' my cake?"
James Robert and Kegan
I need one of those for Elsa.
Lindsey, who seemingly has had a fishing accident.
Keep watching. Something is bound to happen.
All eyes on Brant - except Brant's.
Margaret, being a much better sport than would be - or ever have been.
Someone will have to remind me again.
