Don't know what you've got until it's gone...

A beautiful ballad by heavy metal band Cinderella, by the same title, used to be one of my favourite songs as a teen and the phrase has so many applications. Today, I'm thinking of it in terms of a silly little thing like internet access as I type this entry...

We had a brown out or power surge at home early on Saturday morning and, at the time, we didn't think much of it. The lights flickered, one of the computers rebooted but the other two didn't show any affect. Until, that is, we tried to do something online and there was no internet.

OH NO!!! No internet?? Say it isn't so?!!

About an hour later after much experimentation and cursing, we resigned ourselves to admitting that that itsy bitsy brown out had fried our highspeed modem.

We spent several hours either on the phone or in person at local stores trying to procure a replacement modem to no avail. No one stocks highspeed modems. We've ordered one from our ISP and should have it by Wednesday.

It wasn't until later Sunday afternoon that I realized I had all kinds of spare time on my hands and was actually bored (a real rarity for me). While I puttered around the house, I was thinking what I should be doing was working on the computer.

I know I spend a lot of time at my desk. I manage 3 websites, edit thousands of digital photos for both work & pleasure, I dabble on ebay and msn with family & close friends but I had no idea it was such a huge element in my day to day life.

I think, when the new modem comes, I may just have to disconnect it from time to time and take a break from virtual reality and take time to smell the real roses.

Boggity Boggity Boggity!

Or as my DH put it, "WoooHooo! Watkins Glen!"

We've officially driven on the Watkins Glen, NY NASCAR road track.

Note I said "driven" vs "raced" as there was no racing involved nor permitted, but let me back up a little before that...

I've just returned home from 3 days away at various locations and attractions around Watkins Glen, New York where we went for a PT Cruiser event - "Cruise the Glen 4". Despite Mother Nature's lack of co-operation on Saturday (it POORED rain - with flash flood warnings, no less!), the overall weekend was a great success and the weather was perfect when it really counted for Sunday's track time.

Darryl and I left late Friday morning (much later than we'd planned) to drive down. We got to the Queenston/Lewiston border crossing around 11:30am and FINALLY got through at almost 2pm!! We will NEVER cross at Lewiston again. Unbelievable.

Darryl took over driving and I dozed for a couple of hours as I'd had very little sleep Thursday night (fell asleep at 4 and was up at 5 showering and packing up the car!) so I can't comment on much of the drive down except for when we approached Geneva.

We never found out for sure, but there must be a University in Geneva. We noticed gorgeous huge homes lined up along both sides of the tree-lined highway with Seneca Lake in the background all with either Greek characters above the doors or names like "Hampton House" or "Frey House" or somesuch thing.

Once we got south of Geneva, we drove along side Seneca Lake through some of the most beautiful countryside I've seen in a good long while. There were vineyards on either side of the road everywhere we looked.

We picked out a vineyard/resort to check out on a future trip.

We arrived in Watkins Glen proper around 6pm and drove straight to the track (a little south east of town) only to realize when we got there that Friday and Saturday's events were being held at a park right in town on the south shore of Seneca Lake, so we turned 'round and headed back, arriving around 6:30pm. There were dozens and dozens of PTs there already and the host club had a nice spread of food out for everyone. We registered and went to find Maggie at the Race & Street booth to pick up my big ticket item of the weekend (which I'd ordered some time ago), a new PTeazer smoothie rollpan bumper...now I just have to find someone to paint and install it for me ;o) Oh - and decide if I'm going to retain the factory single exhaust or finally bite the bullet and go with the dual.

I have no photos from Saturday because it rained ALL day. We spent the day under the tent fly trying to stay somewhat dry. I can't even tell you how many cars were there since many came in the morning, but didn't stay when it became apparent that the weather wasn't about to improve anytime soon. There were even flash flood warnings! We also connected with some people we know through Moosedog (Hi Carl, Meg, Elkie & Burliegh!) and they told us that the park we are in sometimes completely floods in heavy rains!! I could just about envision all the poor happless PT's floating away down Lake Seneca!! Yikes!

The event organizers kind of sped the day along and we did the draws and trophies early and we were able to leave the park by 1pm.

I can't confirm for 100% certain, but I overheard that we placed 4th in our class (not too shabby!). They gave out trophies to 1st-3rd place. Maybe next time!

My favourite of the show was a plum convertible with the nicest flame job I've seen in a long while that came all the way from Las Vagas. She took home quite a bit of hardware.

Saturday afternoon we braved the drizzle to explore Watkins Glen. We hit the local souvenir shops - including a large one filled just with NASCAR stuff. Took Darryl a looooong time to decide what he wanted! He finally settled on a special edition IRL hat (of course, it would be a hat - was just a matter of WHICH hat!). I picked up a hat pin to commemorate our visit on my PT cap.

We also went to the Watkins Glen state park, which I'm told is a must to see if you're ever in the area - true even in the rain! I did take a chance with the camera to snap a few photos there. I figured it was worth it! Unfortunately, I'm now having trouble with loading photos so will try to add some from the park later. We didn't walk too far into the gorge as my sandle broke and it was pretty trecherous hiking on the wet rocks let alone doing it with a broken shoe, so we came back down and hit Wal-mart for a new pair of shoes for me.

Saturday night was the banquet and auction at the clubhouse at the track. Dinner was amazing and we stuffed ourselves silly. Didn't quite drink enough to actually bid on anything at the auction although there were a couple of nice items. We called it a night early and headed back to the hotel in Corning, which was about a 20 minute drive further south for us.

Sunday morning I was up rediculously early and already showered before Darryl surfaced. We packed up the car and headed to Bob Evans for breakfast. That is my only hard and fast rule when in the US...at some point, I MUST eat at a Bob Evans restaurant!! This was only Darryl's second time at one but he's as addicted as I am (what do they put in the sausages to make them sooooo addictive???)
At 10am we were at the Winner's Circle (an Ice Cream place near the track) to meet up with fellow PTers who were heading to the "Lunch & Laps" at the race track. At 11, about 100 cars caravaned to the Nascar track. Again, I have lots of photos and videos, but not able to upload them for some reason. :o(

From 12-1, we watched cars racing on the track and at 1 we finally had our turn. We did 3 laps with a pace car. I think the fastest we got going was maybe 80 mph (frankly, driving on the 401 is more nerve-wracking/exciting at times!). We stopped in 3 lines for a photo op at the start/finish line, then headed off the track to the clubhouse for an amazing lunch (can't complain about the food at all all weekend). By three we were on the road heading home.

We stopped in Geneva to take some photos of the houses I mentioned earlier and while I was pulled over on the shoulder, a group of PTs heading back to Ontario went by. Once Darryl was done taking his photos, we scrambled to catch up with the others cars and finally did about a half hour later and we drove right through to Fort Erie with them were we stopped for a coffee and a visit before we all went our separate ways. We finally arrived home around 9pm to be greeted by two very happy puppies. It was nice to sleep in my own bed but man did it hurt getting up the next morning knowing I had to go to work.

Gotta make the money to pay for the toys I guess, huh?

Two more sleeps to go...

I can't wait for Friday. Such is the norm pretty much every week here at the office, but this Friday in particular I can't wait for.

I'm finally getting out of town, even if it's only for a couple of days.

This weekend is Cruz the Glen 4 in Watkins Glen NY and we depart bright and early Friday morning to drive down for the 3 day show. The festivities start at 5 on Friday night and run right through until mid-afternoon Sunday.

Did I mention I can't wait to go??

Did I mention I get to drive on the NASCAR track?

Sure, there are plenty of other, more productive things I could be doing with my time, but I don't wanna. I wanna go cruisin'! And cruisin' I shall go! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The Bride-to-be wore white...

We survived the vultures... er... mosquitoes on Saturday night and had a pretty good time. It was a very woodsey, remote location and the mosquitoes were as bad as I expected. Upon arrival, we each poured a bottle of "OFF" on each other (remind me again why I bothered to shower and put on perfume before we left??) and hiked back in to the pond and the party where we were welcomed by the sight of already happily inebriated revelers shooting bow & arrows and paint ball guns (thankfully, at targets on the side of a shed)!!

The theme of the Jack & Jill was "Survivor" and there were all kinds of Survivor-themed games and even the path from the road in to the pond was lit by dozens of bamboo torches (citronella torches, thank goodness, every little bit helps!).

We were greeted by a very soggy bride-to-be who informed us that she and her beau had thought it would be romantic to take a paddle boat ride around the pond at dusk...forgetting that they had yet to use the stockpile of water balloons that had been previously prepared for another event.

Funny that the line of grinning people on the bank didn't tip them off, but as they paddled closer, it became apparent what was about to happen. I understand it was a total balloon bath. The two in the boat never had a chance. Unfortunate that the bride-to-be wore a white top...

On Sunday, I got up bright and early (yes, it hurt) and took the Cruiser over to the car wash and then on to the Mopar show at a local Chrysler dealership for their 15th annual show and shine (although, with the weather on Sunday, it was really more of a bake and glare). I met up with my friend Phil, who also had a Cruiser, there (that's his blue PT on my right in the photo).

This was my second time at this event and I have to say, it was much improved over the first time.

Final tally was around 90 cars (I think there were maybe 20 at the one 2 years ago - but it was raining then too). It was hot (oh so hot) and the sun shone all day (I'm soooo fried).

At the end of it all, we walked away with a trophy for best front wheel drive - a nifty little desk clock with a plaque on it. The vast majority of cars there were older so I was maybe competing against 10 other entries, one of which was a neon green neon with a Canadian Tire special paint job (a la spray cans - complete with overspray!!)




After the show ended around 2:30, Darryl and I went home, changed into our bathing suits and drove up to my parents for a swim and bbq supper. A perfect end to a fabulous day.

In stark contrast to yesterday's post about escaping small town Ontario, I went back today. Not to my own small town, but one is pretty much like any other.

A general store, a church or two, a community center, a park and a gaggle of houses and there you have it - small town Ontario.

Today, I went to watch my friend, Lori and her daughter, performing at "Kendal Days".

Madison, Lori's 6 year old daughter, participated in the bike parade and received third place in the competition for best decorated bike. I, of course, missed the parade. :o(

At 2, there was a kids talent show. I arrived just as act #3 was about to take the stage. Madison was act #2. :o( I watched the last 2 acts in the talent show and then the awards. Madison again took third with her guitar playing. Considering she was playing a full-sized guitar and, albeit a bit slowly, she got all of her chords, I was impressed! Think how much more impressed I would have been if I'd actually seen it!! Way to go Maddy!!

At 3, the Ganaraska Country Cloggers took the stage in two groups; the ladies and the girls. I thoroughly enjoyed watching all of them hoofing it under the hot sun. They all looked like they were having the greatest time and it was a thrill to see Lori having so much fun - how she loves to dance! You can't actually SEE Lori in the group photo. She was sporting a sore ankle and had missed a few recent practices due to being on holidays, so she hid in the back row. Not to worry though - I got plenty of video of her kicking up her heels. Yehawww! You go girls!!

Shortly, I'm on the road again to yet another, if you can believe it, SMALLER small town. Norwood.

"Norwhat?" you ask.

Yes, Norwood. We are going to a Jack & Jill for an old friend of Darryl's. I hear there's going to be paddle boat races. Should be interesting. I have a feeling it may start as a competition between people but will quickly become "he/she who can outrun the mosquitoes the furthest shall be the victor and least itchy of the evening" competition.

Pass the OFF please!

So what's all this pLuM LoCo stuff about anyways?

It's a long story, really. Goes back to 2000...well, honestly, it goes back even further than that, perhaps even as far as 1990. 1990 is the year I turned 16 and got my drivers license and the world suddenly became a much larger place for a girl who'd lived her whole life in small town Ontario.

I'm a bit of a motor head. Not a die hard mind you, but I know my way around a car more than most girls. My grandfather bought me my very first car the summer between high school and college. I was going to a local college and would be commuting, so a car was a must have. I asked him to *help* me buy a car, so he goes out and buys me just the coolest first car ever (in my opinion; everyone has their own idea of a cool first car). It was a 1986 Mercury Cougar LS in desert taupe metallic blush and I named it Rocco. Rocco and I spent many fantastic years together and went through good times and bad, but Rocco was the beginning of a love affair with cars for me that, over the years, has brought me to my recent obsession spanning the last 6 years. PT Cruisers.

Yes, a Cougar is a Mercury and a Mercury at heart is a Ford and, heaven forbid, a Cruiser is a Chrysler. I never bled Ford blue and to be honest, the Cougar was the oddity since I come from a Chrysler/Dodge family, so although there will never be another Rocco, getting the Cruiser was like coming 'home'.

In the late summer of 2000 while out looking for a new vehicle for my husband, I spotted this peculiar, yet undeniably COOL looking little wagon/van type car and thought to my self, 'self, you need to go have yourself a look at that'. So me and myself not only looked, we took a test drive and a short time later, I was the proud owner of a 2001 Chrysler PT Cruiser Limited Edition in deep cranberry and I named it Wyldberry...and we still didn't have a new vehicle for my husband.


There was something else that came with the Cruiser that the salesman at the dealership neglected to tell me about, or perhaps it was just to early on in the phenomenon for him to know about it. A membership in an exclusive club. There's a whole culture out there of people who live and breathe everything PT Cruiser...and I became one of them. I bought the shirts, the hats, the 1:32 scale remote model...I drove all over to shows and events. I showed. I shined. I "Cruised the Falls" more than once and when the lease came due on my '01, I did the most natural thing in the world to me...I bought the TURBO. Yup...the only thing I never could forgive in the '01 was the lack of get up and go. No problem with that now.

'pLuM LoCo' is the name of the '04 GT Turbo and I've gone a little bit overboard with this one. It's deep plum (purple is my favourite colour, by the way) - but that wasn't enough for me. I've had it two-toned with vanilla on top. Then I added more side graphics. And a K&N air intake (you oughta here it scream on the 401 now). At the most recent show I was at, I added a chrome hood liner and in a couple of weeks, when I pack up my Maguires Show n' Shine and my buffing cloths to head off to Watkin's Glen, I'm picking up a new smoothie bumper from Maggie.

My family thinks I'm crazy. I have two cars now. I don't drive the Cruiser in the winter. It slumbers winter away in a garage bought just for it erected each fall on the patio.

My husband and I are the respective black sheep in both of our families. We have no children. We each have a "good car" and a "beater car". We spend our hard earned money on our pets (another story) and on our cars. And our families think we are crazy.

I'm just pLuM LoCo...you'll have to ask my husband what his excuse is. Perhaps "Mustang Mad" or "'Stang Stupid"? tee hee (hope he doesn't read this...)

Sooooo, the final tally is in...

Are you ready for this?

Even I can't believe it and I was there for all of it.

I have thus far spent:

2 hours at a bridal shower and shot 96 photos,
1/2 hour at a dress fitting and shot 17 photos and 2 video clips,
1 hour at a wedding rehersal and shot 123 photos, and,
12 hours the day of the wedding and shot 1087 photos.

I'm afraid to actually add it all up.

Now I just have to go through them all and find the small handful that are actually worth sharing.

Cripes, I forgot the ones I had to dump off the cards earlier - there's another 177 shots from the hair salon the morning of the wedding!

For a grand total of (drum roll please) ...holy crap...I had to add it twice to be sure...1500 photos and 2 video clips.

I'm going to be for-freakin'-ever going through these!

Now I know why Ray Blomm (my college photography professor & professional photographer himself) used to say seeing brides made him nauseous!

I did enjoy it, but oh it was (and still will be) so much work.

Time for bed...

Since I registered for this blog back in March, I would suppose that it's about high time that I actually posted something in it.

Honestly, I had all but forgotten about it until I was chatting with an old friend on the weekend and he mentioned that he has a blog and is more or less pretty good about keeping it current.

My idea of a blog is my once a year Christmas update letter!! In fact, I haven't even written in my diary in over a year!

So, since the freshest thing on my mind right now is the events of this past weekend, I might as well start there and see where this thing takes me...

This weekend, my mom's best friend Dorothy's son, Jason, got married, and it was a 3+ day affair for me since I was the un-official "official" photographer.

I took off from work early on Friday (if you can call squeaking out at 4:20pm EARLY), grabbed my camera gear and raced to the Whitby Harbour where the wedding rehearsal was taking place at 6pm. I had already been to the location the previous weekend to scout it out and that's when I noticed that the town of Whitby was also hosting "Harbour Days" the same weekend! Crap - I could now count on impossible parking, a lot of hoofing it with about a gazillion tons of camera equipment & props and all kinds of stray people milling in and out of my shots of the ceremony. FANTASTIC!

The rehearsal on friday night went well and we were able to run through the "service" twice in fairly quick time. Everybody seemed to know what was required of them. The minister, Dean, was very cool and also kept everyone on task. The families and wedding party went to the bride & groom's place for a bbq afterwards while I headed home to get my gear prepped. Since I use my camera all week at work and we had just had a home staging the previous week, my cards were all pretty much full and I didn't have all my batteries charged, so I had several hours of organization to take care of before falling into bed to try to get a good night's sleep.

Saturday morning dawned clear and warm - it was going to be a hot, hot day with no chance of rain. Perfect day for a wedding!

Lori, my dearest friend in the world, and assistant for the day, arrived at 9am. She and I loaded up the Cirrus and headed out for a good feed before meeting the girls at the salon for 11.

We had a great breakfast at Momma's restaurant and had enough time to run into Walmart to get me some new sunglasses. We arrived at the salon just after 11 and the girls were just getting started.

The salon, Aqualibrium, was nothing short of amazing. We took lots of photos there of the girls including a group shot with their stylists at the end. A lovely young lady there with a very pretty smile kept me supplied with refreshing cucumber water while we were there taking photos. I'm sure all that water went a long way towards helping me stay on my feet as long as I did.

With only 2 hours to go before the wedding - and 3 hours after arriving at the salon - we were able to get away to stop at the house and dump the nearly 300 photos we had taken of the girls getting beautified off of the flash cards and wolf down a peanut butter sandwich each before breaking all kinds of laws getting to the hotel in time for the next photo session of the girls getting dressed. We arrived 1 minute late but easily could have been 15 more without a problem since at the point of our arrival, the bride to be was just getting in the tub for a quick bath. We set up a few natural light photos with the bridesmaids by the window while we waited then took an assortment of candids while Cindy got into her gown.

The gown was stunning - a strapless bodice with an A line skirt and small train. Off white with beautiful beaded appliques. Got some great shots of Cindy with her mom and also with her step-dad then for Lori and I it was off to the park to get set up for the arrival of the limo with the girls for the service. Whew!! Not even to the wedding ceremony yet and the poor Cirrus is panting in the heat with all these short, quick (ok- insane quick) trips between locations.

We were able to get *THE* best parking spot imaginable (not sure how that came to be, but throwing up a general "Thanks!" to the powers that be) and were in position waiting when the limo arrived.

The gazebo looked amazing. The guests were already seated. The groomsmen and groom were in position waiting and there was just enough of a breeze to keep people from spontaniously combusting.

In an almost unheard of occurance, the bride was actually EARLY for the wedding. The stretch SUV limo backed into position about 10 minutes before the service was scheduled to start so again, I did a lot of hurry up and wait. I was at the bottom of the footpath leading up to the gazebo waiting to take pictures of the girls as they exited the limo. Lori was at the top of the path with a second camera to catch more shots of them there and allow me time to get from the bottom of the path to the other side of the gazebo before the bride and her father. Hello? Can you say "Clone me PLEASE?!" Holy crap.

I did make it to my preplanned position in time to get the million dollar shots so it's all good in the end. The service was lovely, everyone looked fantastic. No one got crapped on by a seagull (well, with the exception of Antonio's car, I'm told and sorry to hear).

We set the wedding party up for some photos with the lake and a passing tall ship in the background then the bridal party headed off through the park towards the reception hall a short walk away while Lori and I scambled to pack up the camera gear, tossed it in the back of the car and tried to beat them over there (there is such a theme developing here, isn't there?). Halfway to the hall, Lori spots the wedding party at a kids playground on see-saws and slides and of course we simply MUST have photos of this (Hey, they're the ones that wanted candid, natural, NOT POSED photos!) so we whiped into a nearby parking spot and rushed over there to snap a few quick pics before dashing back to the car and hustling (how many different synonyms can I find for "rushed"???) to the reception hall. We just got there and got parked (illegally albeit) in time to catch the wedding party strolling up to the patio. *Whew!* If anyone out there needs to lose weight and you just can't find the right exercise regime, I highly recommend taking up wedding photography as a hobby! If I hadn't gotten into the alcohol after my offifical photography duties were done, I think I might have worked off 10 lbs! But I digress...

My official duties were still yet long from over. While guests sat inside in air conditioned comfort and partook of a beverage of a social nature, Lori and I continued to snap away on the lawn with the bride.

Finally, at 5:45pm, we decided that enough was enough for that and went inside. It was time to annouce the brial party and the happy couple!

Again, Lori and I set up in different stratgic locations and shot photos of everyone as they entered and sat at the head table. We also managed to get shots of (I think - I HOPE) every one of the guests at their tables before the meal was served.

I had a reasonably decent seat and was able to sneak a few shots of the speaches and the head table with the telephoto. When it came time for the first dance, I just about had a kitten when I saw the DJ get out a fog machine. Of all the photos I took all day, those were the absolute worst. It was light shooting in peasoup. The photos are all grainy and either over exposed because the flash was bouncing off the smoke or underexposed because I tried to not use the flash and sped up the ISO setting to compensate. Frig me.

The rest of the "official" dances turned out good and I got a lot of candid shots of people dancing. Round about 10pm, they did the bouquet & garter and that was the end of things for me. Interestingly enough, my memories of the evening from then on are somewhat spotty. ;o)

I would be willing to bet that the headache I woke up with Sunday morning is directly related as well.

There was much cavorting and carrying on over the next 3 hours and much wobbly pop was consumed. I realized early into this that driving home was not going to be an option, so I called my DH to rescue us. He arrived around 11:30 and stayed until nearly 1am when he took myself, Lori, and the brother of the groom (whoa - get out of there....I'll explain more in a moment) back to our house.

I somehow mangage to remember to take the camera gear home with me, but I left the Cirrus behind and hoped for the best - and quite honestly didn't think about it again until it came time to go pick it up Sunday morning.

We got back home around 1:30am and there was a message on the phone from my mom to call Christopher's (the groom's brother) mom and let her know he was spending the night on my couch, which I did. I SWEAR I DID. I did not imagine talking to her!

Neither Lori, nor Christopher nor I were quite ready to call it a night, so Darryl went off to bed and the three of us sat out under the gazebo with a fire going in the chimnea and a glass of strawberry zinfandel and just chatted for over an hour.

Lori is my dearest friend in the world. I couldn't have pulled off what we did on my own on Saturday. Not a hope in hell.

Christopher (view his amazing blog here http://www.turnstylev2.blogspot.com/), aside from being the groom's brother, was, at one time, also a very dear childhood friend of mine. We grew up together since our mom's are best friends and have been for the better part of 30 years. When Christopher and I went to high school, we went our separate ways. We each had different interests and bonded with diverse groups of people. To be honest, I didn't give it much thought (I've appologized to him for this, too). But many teenage girls (read: me) are mean, mean girls without an ounce of sense to their names. In retrospect, I recognize this, but at the time, it never occured to me.

I always have known what Christopher has been up to over the years. His mom and my mom fill us each in on each other's lives but it was an absolute delight to sit down with him for hours and just catch up. He's grown into an amazing young man and I was literally blown away by how much he impressed me. My mom's always telling me how much she loves this guy and now, after this past weekend, I can see why!

I think, if my memory serves me correctly, we called it a night around 3 and I was up at 6am Sunday morning when I heard Simon the cat hollaring for breakfast and was afraid he would wake the whole house. I think...no - I KNOW I was still drunk at that point. I let the dogs out, fed Simon so he'd shut up, took 2 advil and went back to bed.

Darryl was getting up to leave for the Indy at 9, so I got up again at 8:30 to see him off. By the time he was gone, Christopher and Lori were awake so I admistered advil and ice water to them and we all got dressed and went to Denny's for breakfast and then picked up the (thankfully still there and intact) Cirrus. I bet we were the talk of the restaurant. Lori and I in our Sunday grubbies and Christopher in his tux since he didn't have a change of clothes!!

We got back to my house around 12 and realized none of us had taken our cell phones with us as we all had messages waiting when we got back. Ah, it's so nice to be missed! It would appear, that Christopher's mom doesn't remember talking to me at 1:30 in the morning and no one knew where Christopher ended up!! Lori's husband was looking for her so she packed up and headed home. I had nothing planned so I drove Christopher to his mom and dad's place where we met up with my mom and we all had a lovely lunch and visited for several hours with his grandma and aunt from England.

I took the PT up there and enroute I think I managed to convince Christopher that he needs to get himself one. ;o)

Darryl and I both arrived home around the same time Sunday evening and we had a nice, quite dinner together and fell into bed at an unheard of 9:30pm.

Congratulations to the newlyweds who are off today on their honeymoon. I have several long sessions of photo editing ahead of me so I know what I'm doing in any spare time I'll have over the next few weeks.

So, how'd I do???