The Nameless Horror

Wedding yesterday, where I was The Official Photographer in return for lunch, wine, and the hideous stress of not fucking up a friend’s main record of their big event. Initial checks on the 700-ish shots I came back with suggests all is well and I can relax. While the actual wedding pics aren’t mine to share (it being someone else’s occasion, and all that), here’s one of Aidan and his stepdad that Young Stompy wanted me to take:

Over the coming days comes the sorting and the processing and the bleary-eyed staring at the screen until all the suits and dresses and flowers start to blur into one psychotic mass.