Somehow I ended up going to a wedding of a friend of a friend of Mom's; the theme was Latino-western-autumn, which worked surprisingly well.
It was a gorgeous day if you weren't behind a viewfinder; of course I didn't bring a polarizing filter (which helps control light and color saturation) or a lens hood (which helps with lens flares), which left half my pictures washed out or speckled with haze.
The ceremony was at the top of a 35% grade rain-softened grassy hill, which I assumed meant I could wear flats. Then I got there and every other woman had sacked up and worn stilettos. Ladyfail!
The funniest/most mortifying point was when Mom and I realized we both had been admiring the same Ryan Reynolds-esque wedding guest (sorry, girls, no pic available).
Fall arrives with a boda
The devil you know.