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.

“It . . . doesn’t look that bad,” I said as he emerged from the dressing room. “Honestly. You look pretty good in pink.” Jurvis made a sad face. “I mean, okay, it is kind of Pepto-Bismolly. But what’re ya gonna do, right?”

Make like Mazzy Star and cry, cry, cry.

The wedding’s this weekend in a butterfly conservatory. I so have my camera ready.

July 8 Update: Check out the wedding pictures here.