Granted, it was like a month ago, so we could consider it old news. But . . . new pictures, kinda! See the full album here.
Get your nails did.
Running down the hill.
Rachel and x-ray bathroom.
Figuring that high quantity was statistically more likely to result in some quality, I took seven hundred pictures at that wedding, and hoped for the best. (*Note: above album does not link to all seven hundred images. I would not do this to you.) I think this wound up giving pretty satisfactory results, but it had side effects. When I closed my eyes that night to go to sleep, the shutter wouldn’t turn off. Image after image flashed on my eyelids: zoom in, click, darkness, open, zoom out, click, darkness, open, over and over and over with things I’d never even seen.
I laid there, motionless in the dark of our 5-person hotel room, wishing I was storing these in a 4GB memory card somewhere.