Team bride finally arrives with the permit, a half-hour late but looking rather radiant and carrying the Pink Bag of Justice. I like this picture because it has that great phallic symbol of the north, the CN Tower, silhouetted in the background. I also like it because I look almost ironically amused by something. Perhaps it's the existential folly of modern life. Or perhaps I'm just looking at Nic in the bushes. Who can say?
Aleta is a devil-may-care young bride, a bouquet held casually in one gloved hand and a "what the hell?" expression on her face. Note the backpack strap. Like all junior high kids, she's too cool to wear both straps. She also can't figure out a way to put the other strap on without wrecking the veil, which is of course something junior high kids worry about all the time.

Attack of the Italian tourists! They appeared out of nowhere, full of good cheer and looking for a photo op. Hundreds of people in Europe are going to be wondering who the hell we are. I love confusing the Old Country. Note confused bridesmaids on left.   Of course, Amy & Alex soon saw the amusing side to the invasion... This is one of the only scans that shows the funky borders Jason printed onto the pictures. I know it's just a side effect of the negative printing process, but it makes me feel gritty & industrial, like I did when I visited Stacy's old loft.

 

doors This is the money shot, the proof that got turned into an 8 x 10 for distribution among the relatives. It is rather grand, and very appropriate for the day I lived my fairy princess fantasies to the fullest. James, of course, makes a very handsome prince.   alex, amy, aleta, jean and sydney juxtapose old stone with young lipstick I adore this picture. This is the oldest part of University College, and the only part not to be destroyed by the conflagration that gave the Fireball formal its name. Of course it's a piece of masonry unparalleled and the beauty of the setting is almost unholy. But I like this picture because it's so serene. You can just make out the looks on our faces, which gives the whole scene an old-time relic feel. What can I say, I'm an old-fashioned girl. Insider secret: Nic was standing behind Sydney (my flower child), helping her keep her balance on the slidey sandstone. He's a prince among smelly younger brothers.   pure loveliness We're in the same place as above, only this time our photographer Jason's under the roof with us. The tricks of the trade, children! Pay attention. When I was a tender frosh, I was assured that this was the route that one of the builders took when another builder was chasing him with an axe. (It was all about a woman. Isn't it always?) It doesn't matter, 'coz we're at a right angle to the "axe mark" on the door. The sandstone they used to make the building has been there more than 150 years, and it's eroded in a ripple pattern under our feet that feels like petrified water rather than stone. I like the way the light & shadows from the pillars intersect to soften up our blinding beauty.

the ubiquitous greenery/fertility symbolism photos

that inexplicable dog!