The garage door died sometime between when I left for yoga this morning and when I got back.
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Almost a month ago exactly, my youngest brother Kevin and his longtime girlfriend/fiance Christine got married.
They live in Aliso Viejo, CA, so John and I flew out for a long weekend for the event. We stayed at Dana Point, on the marina, and the ceremony itself was just a little way up the coast, at a very lovely location overlooking the ocean in Laguna Beach. It was very overcast on the day of the wedding, right up to about a half-hour before the ceremony, when the clouds all blew out to sea and the bright, bright sun came out.
As an interesting aside, John and I had spent the morning tramping around the Dana Point beach and marina, and hadn’t bothered much with sunblock since it was overcast out. Turns out that you can sunburn just fine through clouds, and we were unfortunately pretty red by the time it came to shower and dress for the wedding.
Initially Kevin had asked me to be their official photographer for the wedding. I spent about a week hemming and hawing over the prospect, before demurring. I just don’t have the same level of equipment that a professional would have, and knew that I would feel terrible if I missed an important shot. When I got o the ceremony location, I was glad of my decision…it was a beautiful spot, but the sun was so bright and harsh that photography was a little bit difficult, and I hadn’t brought any external flashes to provide any fill light to balance out the bright (backlighting) sun.
As a result, I didn’t feel like I took a lot of photos, and I put off downloading and working with them for a while, because I was afraid that the few photos that I had taken would not have turned out very well.
It turns out that one person’s famine is another person’s feast, and the “not a lot” of photos that I took turned out to actually be well over 400 shots. Gotta love digital photography. I remember well the days of film, when you had a couple of rolls of 26 (or 24) exposures, and by golly, you hoarded those exposures and tried to make every one of them count. Because when you were done, that was it. No more photos. Now I have a 12G flash card in my camera and almost never have to worry about running out of space.
Here are some of my favorites.