Vows, accompanied by happy tears.
Ian had gifted his groomsmen with some swell pocket knives the night before; after the ceremony they insisted on an impromptu "pocket knife arch" for the bride and groom.

Showing off their rings.
Ian's dad Herb climbed onto a boulder and made a champagne toast.
The newlyweds and all their guests.
My assistant Allison, looking like a rock star.
Photographer Ian couldn't resist borrowing my camera to take a few pictures of his bride. He managed to catch me in the background trying to run out of the frame. Yes, that is my butt. I wasn't fast enough!




Later on in the day, the Broadmoor looked rather majestic swathed in mist!
Ian brought more photography gear than I did.


Mary Lou's rings, resting on her grandmother's beaded evening bag.

First time seeing each other in their evening finery!
Ian wore monogrammed cufflinks and his grandfather's heirloom watch.

I think this is hilarious.
One of their wedding guests went thrifting at the Leech Pit here in town and came up with this groovy outfit. (I want that purse.)

Their monogrammed cake.
